I have always been a self-entertaining person. Like, I know how to entertain myself alone, with nothing but my imagination therefore I am not easily bored. But occasionally I get jealous of other people who have fun with other people. Damnit I wanna be entertained too!
Anyway. Today, suprisingly, I woke up before noon. Which was a great accomplishment since I made it a point not to wake up unless I have to. I went to bed early last night, and woke up at first, at 4 am, when I usually go to bed. So weird.
Today I am going to bum around and enjoy my day off before I start stressing about the stupid report I have to do in order to graduate. *snarls at tambis*
The monthly car boot sale at Zoo Negara in June is canceled. They told me to check back next month. I'll do that. But I am pretty certain on those convocation dates. When are you people going to get back at me?!?!?!
Ta'ra!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
A Real Good Reason
I do notice the lack of updates and although Totchi said it's becoming a norm for me these days, this time I do have a really good reason.
The truth is, last Tuesday, my finals started and it had just ended today. My final final exam xD!! Nah, I still have two resits to be carried forward to next semester. Still.
So last Tuesday, right after my first paper, I went to Pavilion and watched Angels and Demons on Gold Class to cheer myself up. I walked out of the movie with a massive headache. Big screen + glasses + close distance = very, very bad. The movie was awesome, though. You would have thought I would spend the next day studying for the next paper, which was on Thursday. But no, I loitered in front of the computer the whole day and only went to my notes well after midnight. So after that was done, the next paper was going to be a killer. Fortunately it was to be on a Monday the next week, so I have three days. Good thing I already asked (begged) Caroline to tutor me on the subject. She ended up staying over for two nights and we studied and talked, and ate cakes. The TV was never on, so the biggest distraction was each other. Maybe because there was nobody to talk to her about it, we talked alot about her time in MRSM Kuching. After all, in addition to being neighbors, our schools had a lot in common.
We also gossiped a lot, which was fun hehehehehe. Seriously, I thought I was the only one who thought of such things, but who would have thought! Hahaha! Caroline originally wanted to stay for only one night because she wanted to go to church on Sunday morning. When it was dinner time Saturday I told her her church is so very close to my apartment I'll just drive her there tomorrow morning, she decided it was better to just stay another night. But of course, since we went to bed late that night (morning) she canceled her church visit. I felt kinda bad, but it was because church visit would be very early (7 am) and we went to bed at 3. So...yeah.
Amazingly, we covered more or less half of the topics together. Which was sufficient, really, because when I sat for the paper yesterday, the questions were so short, people were leaving the exam hall fifteen minutes into the second hour!
However, the last paper today really devastated me. I seriously felt like castrating that bangla lecturer for giving such misleading tips. And I fell for it! But anyway, I was so sleepy during the test I don't know why. I slept for 5 hours, which was more than what most people get the eve of an exam, yet I was still tired. Somehow I managed the drive home, using the middle lane this time. But when I reached KL it was still so early, and Night at the Museum 2 had started showing last week. So what to do?
I had to go to Pavilion! All plans for a nap abandoned, I instead, bought a ticket to the movie, regular class this time, which sat me in the middle of mooshy couples left right and center. The couple to the left is actually just a couple of guys. Still, they came in twos.
That was a seriously good movie. I mean, the night guard turned businessman. A person after my own heart xD. I can't complain. Not all sequels are made equal, and this one was an awesome sequel. Though I was kinda hoping to see more of Akmunrah. He's hot. xD
No dinner tonight though. I'm tucking in as soon as I finish this tea, (and preferably flush it out of my system).
Ta'ra!
p/s I'm not in a Super Junior phase. I caught the song Sorry Sorry on MTV and find it awfully catchy. Moreover, I saw how fun it looked like when they were dancing in the PV. I'm envious because it looked so fun. And no, you may not look forward to me looking up their profiles and getting to know each of them by nickname. I just seriously want to have fun.
The truth is, last Tuesday, my finals started and it had just ended today. My final final exam xD!! Nah, I still have two resits to be carried forward to next semester. Still.
So last Tuesday, right after my first paper, I went to Pavilion and watched Angels and Demons on Gold Class to cheer myself up. I walked out of the movie with a massive headache. Big screen + glasses + close distance = very, very bad. The movie was awesome, though. You would have thought I would spend the next day studying for the next paper, which was on Thursday. But no, I loitered in front of the computer the whole day and only went to my notes well after midnight. So after that was done, the next paper was going to be a killer. Fortunately it was to be on a Monday the next week, so I have three days. Good thing I already asked (begged) Caroline to tutor me on the subject. She ended up staying over for two nights and we studied and talked, and ate cakes. The TV was never on, so the biggest distraction was each other. Maybe because there was nobody to talk to her about it, we talked alot about her time in MRSM Kuching. After all, in addition to being neighbors, our schools had a lot in common.
We also gossiped a lot, which was fun hehehehehe. Seriously, I thought I was the only one who thought of such things, but who would have thought! Hahaha! Caroline originally wanted to stay for only one night because she wanted to go to church on Sunday morning. When it was dinner time Saturday I told her her church is so very close to my apartment I'll just drive her there tomorrow morning, she decided it was better to just stay another night. But of course, since we went to bed late that night (morning) she canceled her church visit. I felt kinda bad, but it was because church visit would be very early (7 am) and we went to bed at 3. So...yeah.
Amazingly, we covered more or less half of the topics together. Which was sufficient, really, because when I sat for the paper yesterday, the questions were so short, people were leaving the exam hall fifteen minutes into the second hour!
However, the last paper today really devastated me. I seriously felt like castrating that bangla lecturer for giving such misleading tips. And I fell for it! But anyway, I was so sleepy during the test I don't know why. I slept for 5 hours, which was more than what most people get the eve of an exam, yet I was still tired. Somehow I managed the drive home, using the middle lane this time. But when I reached KL it was still so early, and Night at the Museum 2 had started showing last week. So what to do?
I had to go to Pavilion! All plans for a nap abandoned, I instead, bought a ticket to the movie, regular class this time, which sat me in the middle of mooshy couples left right and center. The couple to the left is actually just a couple of guys. Still, they came in twos.
That was a seriously good movie. I mean, the night guard turned businessman. A person after my own heart xD. I can't complain. Not all sequels are made equal, and this one was an awesome sequel. Though I was kinda hoping to see more of Akmunrah. He's hot. xD
No dinner tonight though. I'm tucking in as soon as I finish this tea, (and preferably flush it out of my system).
Ta'ra!
p/s I'm not in a Super Junior phase. I caught the song Sorry Sorry on MTV and find it awfully catchy. Moreover, I saw how fun it looked like when they were dancing in the PV. I'm envious because it looked so fun. And no, you may not look forward to me looking up their profiles and getting to know each of them by nickname. I just seriously want to have fun.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Candy-Colored Secret
Is where I have moved all my English cotton-related activities. Please come visit. Hehehehehehehe.
Candy-Colored Secret indeed!
Ta'ra!
Candy-Colored Secret indeed!
Ta'ra!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Aaah~ Real Life
I'm still selling those cotton by the way, but since this is not a business blog, I won't be mentioning as aggressively as I should. I really am not a hard seller. :D Seriously.
Normally you learn all sorts of business theories in school, but this is those theories put to the test. And man, don't they make it sound so much easier on paper. Do this right and this will surely happen. They just forgot to include everything else in between 'do' and 'happen'. A few things I've learned during my short time as a seller:
Normally you learn all sorts of business theories in school, but this is those theories put to the test. And man, don't they make it sound so much easier on paper. Do this right and this will surely happen. They just forgot to include everything else in between 'do' and 'happen'. A few things I've learned during my short time as a seller:
- Cash paid now is better than cash paid later. No arguing this.
- You do not question your customers' taste. You are not selling them things.You are selling an image of what the customer sees of themselves.
- A sale made is a sale made. It doesn't matter who the sale is made to. And,
- Patience is a virtue. Buckets, and buckets loads of it. And also,
- Thou shalt not be greedy.
It's just too bad that I am impatient, and may be a little greedy as well. But this is just the beginning, and as the cash slowly trickle in, my spirits are lifted. I hope it's the end of the month soon. Hehehehehehehe.
Ta'ra!
p/s I'm not even attending public unis yet I have their convocation dates for 2009 and the numbers to their student affairs departments. I wonder why? xD
Thursday, May 7, 2009
The Merchandise
English Cotton, RM150/-- 4 meters each. Each piece is a Master Piece, meaning there is only one. So hurry up! If you want more than one for a certain piece, you can ask for a special request. :D Just contact me. I'll be in Kuching soon. Happy shopping!
4 Meters, RM200/-- each. English cotton too, just a fancier make. xD
Ta'ra!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Nek Hah
Time flies by so fast. Soon it'll be her one-year anniversary, and once again, I am going to miss it due to exams. But that's okay, regardless of where I am, my prayers will always reach her.
They say the only way of knowing if the deceased really entered your dream is by how they do not talk to you. I only dreamt of her once in such a manner, which was two nights after the day she was buried. I don't care what people thinks. I really believed it was her, because she let me kissed her hand and hugged her, which was exactly what I wanted to do as my final respect for her. I immediately woke up crying.
Even now, I still cried each time I think of her. She was so fiercely independent and strong that I never thought of how much time she still had with us until six months before her passing. Luckily I was quick enough to think of getting a video recording of her, somehow knowing deep inside me that it might be the last recording of her alive.
My grandma had been through a lot in her life. Born in the 1920s, she was a first generation Chinese born on Sarawakian soil, after her father migrated here from southern China. Her father was a travelling businessman and was tight friends with my grandma's foster father. She was given to a prominent Malay family presumably to 'tighten their family bonds' and became the first of many children to be adopted into the family later.
Her teenage years were during the Japanese occupation, during which time, given the Japanese soldiers' tendency to claim unwed maidens, my grandma had once been rolled into a mattress to avoid capture. To avoid further complications, she was married at sixteen. She bore nine children, two died at infancy. My dad is the fifth of the remaining seven.
My grandma's real mother apparently passed away when she was very young, and her father got married and had two more children. My grandma's stepsister passed away just one week before she did, and her brother currently resides in Canada. We have no contact with them, except with one of her nephews who attended her funeral. It was a big surprise, but there was no denying the family resemblance.
My grandfather traveled a lot for work during his life, so my grandma was very well-traveled, and loving it. Just let her loose at Jalan TAR and you wouldn't even catch a shadow of her until 7 at night. By which time she would complain of leg aches, only to disappear again, once it was bright enough out. She knows the roads of Singapore and KL better then than I do now.
I really do not like to feel sad each time I think of her, because really, there is nothing sad about the memory of her life. Instead, I try to think of what she would do. I once followed the U69 bus all the way till the end because I was curious. I found out that my grandma did the same thing with the trains in KL. So as you can see, some behaviors are hereditary. Furthermore, when she was driving around in KL, she always kept the gas tank full so she could go around and get lost without worrying. I do that too, but I don't get lost on purpose.
There is really so much I want to do with her, to tell her, and decisions which I really want her opinion on. I was looking forward to introducing my prospective husband to her, and if she disapproves, I was willing to dump him on the spot. I want to ask her what's the best thing to do after I graduate. Should I stay and work in KL or in Kuching? I can imagine what her answer would be, but I really do want to work in Kuching even though the wages are lower. My reason is simple; Sarawakians should stay in Sarawak. After all, your voting rights are there. Why live in a city where you can't vote? Also, I want to be all proud and paranoid like only Sarawakians can be! I don't want to miss anymore family events. I don't want to be branded as 'orang KL' by the family friends. And I think that it's cliche to stay and work in KL after you finish your studies. Seriously.
My grandma once said that if she had the chance, she would go back and get a degree if she could. Each time I see her she would always tell me the same thing: Study hard. Once you have a degree, the sky's the limit. She doesn't want us to become idle housewives, no matter how rich our husbands will be. You have a degree, you can work. You are able to support yourself. Don't be dependent on your husband or anyone else. She had demonstrated independence her whole life. She wanted to instill it in her children and grandchildren. And of course, message well received.
When I was younger, I had a darker complexion. But as I grow older my skin lightened and had on a few occasions, been mistaken for a Chinese (I don't know how that could happen). I credit my Chinese-like features to her. When I realized that I was proud for about a second. Because you know, in Kuching at least half of my friends had Chinese grandmothers (the Chinese liked giving away daughters during that generation apparently), so there was nothing special about me. I mean, look at my aunts and uncles. Out of my dad's six siblings, only two do not have a Chinese-adopted-into-Malay family mother-in-law. Meaning more than half of my cousins are half-Chinese, even though it meant both their parents are halves.
I seriously thought this was a common thing in Malaysia.
That is, until I talked to my lecturer about it.
He thought I was half-Chinese, but I had to explain to him I am only 1/4. My maternal grandfather was an Arab, but a dark-skinned one. Then I went on to say it's nothing special since everyone has a Chinese grandmother. He said why is that? I told him about the old Chinese custom of giving away daughters in favor of sons, and he was shocked. He said it was 'terrible'. How could it be terrible? Well of course, it's not a good thing to just give away your daughter like that, but you know. It's not exactly terrible. If they hadn't, I wouldn't be born. I finally came to the conclusion that such a thing as having Chinese grandmothers was only a common thing in Sarawak. After that, I decided to shut my mouth about the subject. I don't want them to think the Chinese in Sarawak still give daughters away in favor of sons.
But just so we are clear on the subject, there is a high demand for Chinese babies for adoption. Just so you know, all you naughty teenagers out there.
When my grandma found out she was adopted, (it wasn't ourightly apparent, since there were a few other Chinese girls adopted into the family) she was very cool about it. She didn't even bother with her real family because her current family was bigger, and more fun. I really think she was way too cool about it. I am curious to know about our Chinese relatives. I don't want to accidentally marry my own cousin.
My grandma was an independent and forward-thinking person. You rarely find an old person who's mindset was so up with the times as her. When I grow old, I want to be exactly like her.
Ta'ra.
They say the only way of knowing if the deceased really entered your dream is by how they do not talk to you. I only dreamt of her once in such a manner, which was two nights after the day she was buried. I don't care what people thinks. I really believed it was her, because she let me kissed her hand and hugged her, which was exactly what I wanted to do as my final respect for her. I immediately woke up crying.
Even now, I still cried each time I think of her. She was so fiercely independent and strong that I never thought of how much time she still had with us until six months before her passing. Luckily I was quick enough to think of getting a video recording of her, somehow knowing deep inside me that it might be the last recording of her alive.
My grandma had been through a lot in her life. Born in the 1920s, she was a first generation Chinese born on Sarawakian soil, after her father migrated here from southern China. Her father was a travelling businessman and was tight friends with my grandma's foster father. She was given to a prominent Malay family presumably to 'tighten their family bonds' and became the first of many children to be adopted into the family later.
Her teenage years were during the Japanese occupation, during which time, given the Japanese soldiers' tendency to claim unwed maidens, my grandma had once been rolled into a mattress to avoid capture. To avoid further complications, she was married at sixteen. She bore nine children, two died at infancy. My dad is the fifth of the remaining seven.
My grandma's real mother apparently passed away when she was very young, and her father got married and had two more children. My grandma's stepsister passed away just one week before she did, and her brother currently resides in Canada. We have no contact with them, except with one of her nephews who attended her funeral. It was a big surprise, but there was no denying the family resemblance.
My grandfather traveled a lot for work during his life, so my grandma was very well-traveled, and loving it. Just let her loose at Jalan TAR and you wouldn't even catch a shadow of her until 7 at night. By which time she would complain of leg aches, only to disappear again, once it was bright enough out. She knows the roads of Singapore and KL better then than I do now.
I really do not like to feel sad each time I think of her, because really, there is nothing sad about the memory of her life. Instead, I try to think of what she would do. I once followed the U69 bus all the way till the end because I was curious. I found out that my grandma did the same thing with the trains in KL. So as you can see, some behaviors are hereditary. Furthermore, when she was driving around in KL, she always kept the gas tank full so she could go around and get lost without worrying. I do that too, but I don't get lost on purpose.
There is really so much I want to do with her, to tell her, and decisions which I really want her opinion on. I was looking forward to introducing my prospective husband to her, and if she disapproves, I was willing to dump him on the spot. I want to ask her what's the best thing to do after I graduate. Should I stay and work in KL or in Kuching? I can imagine what her answer would be, but I really do want to work in Kuching even though the wages are lower. My reason is simple; Sarawakians should stay in Sarawak. After all, your voting rights are there. Why live in a city where you can't vote? Also, I want to be all proud and paranoid like only Sarawakians can be! I don't want to miss anymore family events. I don't want to be branded as 'orang KL' by the family friends. And I think that it's cliche to stay and work in KL after you finish your studies. Seriously.
My grandma once said that if she had the chance, she would go back and get a degree if she could. Each time I see her she would always tell me the same thing: Study hard. Once you have a degree, the sky's the limit. She doesn't want us to become idle housewives, no matter how rich our husbands will be. You have a degree, you can work. You are able to support yourself. Don't be dependent on your husband or anyone else. She had demonstrated independence her whole life. She wanted to instill it in her children and grandchildren. And of course, message well received.
When I was younger, I had a darker complexion. But as I grow older my skin lightened and had on a few occasions, been mistaken for a Chinese (I don't know how that could happen). I credit my Chinese-like features to her. When I realized that I was proud for about a second. Because you know, in Kuching at least half of my friends had Chinese grandmothers (the Chinese liked giving away daughters during that generation apparently), so there was nothing special about me. I mean, look at my aunts and uncles. Out of my dad's six siblings, only two do not have a Chinese-adopted-into-Malay family mother-in-law. Meaning more than half of my cousins are half-Chinese, even though it meant both their parents are halves.
I seriously thought this was a common thing in Malaysia.
That is, until I talked to my lecturer about it.
He thought I was half-Chinese, but I had to explain to him I am only 1/4. My maternal grandfather was an Arab, but a dark-skinned one. Then I went on to say it's nothing special since everyone has a Chinese grandmother. He said why is that? I told him about the old Chinese custom of giving away daughters in favor of sons, and he was shocked. He said it was 'terrible'. How could it be terrible? Well of course, it's not a good thing to just give away your daughter like that, but you know. It's not exactly terrible. If they hadn't, I wouldn't be born. I finally came to the conclusion that such a thing as having Chinese grandmothers was only a common thing in Sarawak. After that, I decided to shut my mouth about the subject. I don't want them to think the Chinese in Sarawak still give daughters away in favor of sons.
But just so we are clear on the subject, there is a high demand for Chinese babies for adoption. Just so you know, all you naughty teenagers out there.
When my grandma found out she was adopted, (it wasn't ourightly apparent, since there were a few other Chinese girls adopted into the family) she was very cool about it. She didn't even bother with her real family because her current family was bigger, and more fun. I really think she was way too cool about it. I am curious to know about our Chinese relatives. I don't want to accidentally marry my own cousin.
My grandma was an independent and forward-thinking person. You rarely find an old person who's mindset was so up with the times as her. When I grow old, I want to be exactly like her.
Ta'ra.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Not a Recluse, Really
Hello.
I really should post up pictures of my birthday celebration at the swanky Tarbush Restaurant at Starhill Gallery. But I'm so lazy!! Thanks to everyone who came! Nothing like good food and great company. Hehehehehe. Man, I had such a drive-a-thon afterwards.
My Japanese class started again for Intermediate 3 last Thursday. Somehow, this feels too routine. The great thing is that I no longer have any assignments. The bad thing is that we were told to re-do our ISP report and presentation because the first one turned out crap. Honestly speaking, I was ashamed to put my name down in that report anyway. But since we are going to do a new industry, I decided to do the Recycling industry for our group. I already put it down. The coordinator sniggered when I wrote it down. Like seriously, what's so funny?? She's so stupid that coordinator. I never liked her anyway.
The tambis which make up 3/5 of our group don't know about it yet. Unless of course they have checked with the coordinator. But they may change it if I don't put my foot down. We can't change groups so too bad for them! I tried, you see. They messed up the report and the presentation. If they insist (given their tambiness) to change industry, then I would insist that no report and presentation gets submitted without passing through my hands first. Not saying that this won't be the rules from now on. Our esteemed dean said we should try to communicate with our group members. Well, this is me communicating. If they say otherwise, then kiss my ass.
So much free time, so many things to do. Sighs. I hate it. I really should exercise more. And get the lights fixed. I learned that in life, unless you make things happen, they won't happen for you. If you wait for people, be prepared to wait forever. So I will get that step ladder and fix the damn lights myself if I have to! It's so dark here I'm getting annoyed!
Oooh yesterday (Sunday) I continued my journey to become a millionaire (legitimately and without any stupid MLM involved). Hehehehehehehehehehe. Just wait for it! It'll be soon!
Now, someone has an interesting picture to show me. I so want to check it out.
Ta'ra!
p/s:I know, Watashiwa-san, it's hard finding something as awesome as me. In fact, it's darned near impossible! But don't give up!
I really should post up pictures of my birthday celebration at the swanky Tarbush Restaurant at Starhill Gallery. But I'm so lazy!! Thanks to everyone who came! Nothing like good food and great company. Hehehehehe. Man, I had such a drive-a-thon afterwards.
My Japanese class started again for Intermediate 3 last Thursday. Somehow, this feels too routine. The great thing is that I no longer have any assignments. The bad thing is that we were told to re-do our ISP report and presentation because the first one turned out crap. Honestly speaking, I was ashamed to put my name down in that report anyway. But since we are going to do a new industry, I decided to do the Recycling industry for our group. I already put it down. The coordinator sniggered when I wrote it down. Like seriously, what's so funny?? She's so stupid that coordinator. I never liked her anyway.
The tambis which make up 3/5 of our group don't know about it yet. Unless of course they have checked with the coordinator. But they may change it if I don't put my foot down. We can't change groups so too bad for them! I tried, you see. They messed up the report and the presentation. If they insist (given their tambiness) to change industry, then I would insist that no report and presentation gets submitted without passing through my hands first. Not saying that this won't be the rules from now on. Our esteemed dean said we should try to communicate with our group members. Well, this is me communicating. If they say otherwise, then kiss my ass.
So much free time, so many things to do. Sighs. I hate it. I really should exercise more. And get the lights fixed. I learned that in life, unless you make things happen, they won't happen for you. If you wait for people, be prepared to wait forever. So I will get that step ladder and fix the damn lights myself if I have to! It's so dark here I'm getting annoyed!
Oooh yesterday (Sunday) I continued my journey to become a millionaire (legitimately and without any stupid MLM involved). Hehehehehehehehehehe. Just wait for it! It'll be soon!
Now, someone has an interesting picture to show me. I so want to check it out.
Ta'ra!
p/s:I know, Watashiwa-san, it's hard finding something as awesome as me. In fact, it's darned near impossible! But don't give up!
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