So, I interviewed the director of a Tamil channel today. Needless to say, it wasn't a very successful interview, what with my extremely minimal knowledge of all things Tamil, least of which the language .
The culmination of the interview came when the director asked, "So, you know Sivaji right?"
"Oh yeah! The Boss!"
*blank, unamused stares all around*
....He's some old actor who died, I think. Now, why would I know something like that?!
<3
Wednesday, December 9
Sunday, December 6
Vampish love
GUESS WHO BROUGHT BACK AN I <3 EDWARD SHIRT FOR ME FROM AUSTRALIA!
Joel, Joel, I know I seemed more excited to see the shirt than you but.... yeah, I was more excited to see the shirt.
Haha I joke, I joke.
So here I join the legion of Twilight fans who go around declaring their undying love for the vampire of the decade across their chests.
I'm, like, cool like that. Like, totally.
...Okay, I, like, totally can't pull that off.
<3
Joel, Joel, I know I seemed more excited to see the shirt than you but.... yeah, I was more excited to see the shirt.
Haha I joke, I joke.
So here I join the legion of Twilight fans who go around declaring their undying love for the vampire of the decade across their chests.
I'm, like, cool like that. Like, totally.
...Okay, I, like, totally can't pull that off.
<3
Saturday, December 5
Short.
New Moon was better than Twilight, but not ALL that great. More on that later.
*****
When my aunt was once scolding my cousin (over a decade ago, when he was younger), he picked up the phone and called a child abuse hotline to file a complaint.
Mind you, he was like...seven or something.
So there was my aunt, trying to convince the man on the phone that no, she was not abusing her son, with my cousin screaming in the background, and the very suspicious operator demanding to "talk to the boy to make sure he's okay".
Hahaha and chaos will rule the Pereiras till the end of time.
Thankfully my dad's side of the family, the Fernandezs, are more stable.
Much love.
<3
*****
When my aunt was once scolding my cousin (over a decade ago, when he was younger), he picked up the phone and called a child abuse hotline to file a complaint.
Mind you, he was like...seven or something.
So there was my aunt, trying to convince the man on the phone that no, she was not abusing her son, with my cousin screaming in the background, and the very suspicious operator demanding to "talk to the boy to make sure he's okay".
Hahaha and chaos will rule the Pereiras till the end of time.
Thankfully my dad's side of the family, the Fernandezs, are more stable.
Much love.
<3
Friday, December 4
Sleep-talking
The thing about growing old is that you get so bloody nostalgic.
Which would be fine if you were 50 and reminiscing about your youth, the good old days, the yesteryears of over 30 years ago.
It's utterly ridiculous when you are 21 and could cry thinking about how happy and young and innocent you were three years ago -.-"
But whatever, everyone has their oddities.
----------
When I was 15
I remember reading Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging with Sowmya and crying with laughter.
I remember yelling at Andrew every other day for annoying me, slapping him so hard that his nose started bleeding, and laughing hysterically when Sowmya convinced him she was taking Punjabi for PMR and we made up a list of Punjabi words for her to practice on him.
I remember being in a class that clapped and cheered every single time a teacher so much as opened her mouth.
Eg: Teacher: Good morning, class.
Rowdy students: YAAAAAAAY *clapclapclap*
Teacher: Let's do some add math.
Unruly madcaps: YAAAAAAAY *clapclapclap*
I remember love at first sight. Or second sight, rather. At first sight I thought Joel was some rempit who wanted to snatch my school bag.
I remember the giddiness of first love, that heady rush, that never-ending adrenaline buzz that hit me every time I so much as stood within five miles of this boy who I (unbeknownst at that time) would share the next six years and nine months of my life with.
I remember my girlfriends. Just how young and carefree we were. How we could rewind and repeat the same conversations over and over and over again (boys, boys, boys, hey have you done that math homework?, boys, boys, boys).
I remember walking into a tree.
----------
When I was 18
I remember how nervous I was going for my first job interview. I sat facing a man with a face like granite, who asked "Tell me about yourself", to which I replied "I don't know what to say."
I remember the ups and downs of working a 9 to 5 job - the snatched, fun moments, the drudgery of doing the same thing over and over and over again, day after day after day.
I remember being given the opportunity of a lifetime - a chance to write and call it work. I remember reading that first published article and feeling a surge of hope, a sense of accomplishment. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I remember starting college after six months of working. I remember that first day, the tight knot in my stomach when I first saw Ham's wild long hair and Pradeep's unsmiling face. I remember Jesika (though I didn't know her then) asking me to sit beside her, I remember making small talk with Pavi and Cheryl Steph; one who I no longer keep in touch with and one who has proved herself to be a friend for life.
I remember enjoying the challenge of hard work and the deep sense of satisfaction on receiving my grades. I remember the high joys of making new friends, of being thrown outside my comfort zone and discovering I was not found wanting (socially, at least).
I remember laughing freely. I remember linking arms and walking confidently.
I remember my first Bangsar night. Haha disaster sial (I might tell you about it some day).
I remember feeling invincible, at the top of the world. I remember thinking I could have it all, I had it all.
I remember driving into a petrol kiosk and nearly causing the car (and the petrol station) to go up in flames.
----------
And now, at 21
I lost my mom - the rock, the heart of our house.
I don't know what's going on in class most of the time.
I've lost all sense of accomplishment, my drive to succeed, my passion for things that once meant the world to me.
I'm skeptical, cynical and slightly jaded. But underneath this crusty shell is a young girl who still looks at the world with starry eyes and believes in the magic of butterflies and rainbows (and vampires and werewolves who fall in love with clumsy humans, a la Twilight).
On a brighter note, my driving has improved somewhat.
*****
OK, that was me being silly and indulging in a rare moment of self-reflection (self-pity, more like it), brought on by the late night drizzle and half a Reese Peanut Butter Cup.
I've still got the best girlfriends in the world.
I appreciate my family and cousins and dog like never before.
And my book collection is growing in size and range. I likee.
*****
Arrr, matey.
<3
Which would be fine if you were 50 and reminiscing about your youth, the good old days, the yesteryears of over 30 years ago.
It's utterly ridiculous when you are 21 and could cry thinking about how happy and young and innocent you were three years ago -.-"
But whatever, everyone has their oddities.
----------
When I was 15
I remember reading Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging with Sowmya and crying with laughter.
I remember yelling at Andrew every other day for annoying me, slapping him so hard that his nose started bleeding, and laughing hysterically when Sowmya convinced him she was taking Punjabi for PMR and we made up a list of Punjabi words for her to practice on him.
I remember being in a class that clapped and cheered every single time a teacher so much as opened her mouth.
Eg: Teacher: Good morning, class.
Rowdy students: YAAAAAAAY *clapclapclap*
Teacher: Let's do some add math.
Unruly madcaps: YAAAAAAAY *clapclapclap*
I remember love at first sight. Or second sight, rather. At first sight I thought Joel was some rempit who wanted to snatch my school bag.
I remember the giddiness of first love, that heady rush, that never-ending adrenaline buzz that hit me every time I so much as stood within five miles of this boy who I (unbeknownst at that time) would share the next six years and nine months of my life with.
I remember my girlfriends. Just how young and carefree we were. How we could rewind and repeat the same conversations over and over and over again (boys, boys, boys, hey have you done that math homework?, boys, boys, boys).
I remember walking into a tree.
----------
When I was 18
I remember how nervous I was going for my first job interview. I sat facing a man with a face like granite, who asked "Tell me about yourself", to which I replied "I don't know what to say."
I remember the ups and downs of working a 9 to 5 job - the snatched, fun moments, the drudgery of doing the same thing over and over and over again, day after day after day.
I remember being given the opportunity of a lifetime - a chance to write and call it work. I remember reading that first published article and feeling a surge of hope, a sense of accomplishment. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I remember starting college after six months of working. I remember that first day, the tight knot in my stomach when I first saw Ham's wild long hair and Pradeep's unsmiling face. I remember Jesika (though I didn't know her then) asking me to sit beside her, I remember making small talk with Pavi and Cheryl Steph; one who I no longer keep in touch with and one who has proved herself to be a friend for life.
I remember enjoying the challenge of hard work and the deep sense of satisfaction on receiving my grades. I remember the high joys of making new friends, of being thrown outside my comfort zone and discovering I was not found wanting (socially, at least).
I remember laughing freely. I remember linking arms and walking confidently.
I remember my first Bangsar night. Haha disaster sial (I might tell you about it some day).
I remember feeling invincible, at the top of the world. I remember thinking I could have it all, I had it all.
I remember driving into a petrol kiosk and nearly causing the car (and the petrol station) to go up in flames.
----------
And now, at 21
I lost my mom - the rock, the heart of our house.
I don't know what's going on in class most of the time.
I've lost all sense of accomplishment, my drive to succeed, my passion for things that once meant the world to me.
I'm skeptical, cynical and slightly jaded. But underneath this crusty shell is a young girl who still looks at the world with starry eyes and believes in the magic of butterflies and rainbows (and vampires and werewolves who fall in love with clumsy humans, a la Twilight).
On a brighter note, my driving has improved somewhat.
*****
OK, that was me being silly and indulging in a rare moment of self-reflection (self-pity, more like it), brought on by the late night drizzle and half a Reese Peanut Butter Cup.
I've still got the best girlfriends in the world.
I appreciate my family and cousins and dog like never before.
And my book collection is growing in size and range. I likee.
*****
Arrr, matey.
<3
Wednesday, December 2
Like, eeew.
I like to sit cross-legged alone in front of the TV late at night, eating cold, fresh-from-the-fridge spaghetti with my fingers, sucking on the strands one by one with loud, appreciative slurps.
Yup, I'm gross like that.
*****
But not as gross as this other person I know, who took off her shoes in the middle of an ascending escalator at a mall, and sniffed them.
....I don't even know what to say to that.
<3
Yup, I'm gross like that.
*****
But not as gross as this other person I know, who took off her shoes in the middle of an ascending escalator at a mall, and sniffed them.
....I don't even know what to say to that.
<3
Just my luck
I had an assignment over at Lot 10 today, so I drove to Low Yat Plaza with Pompy and walked from there.
On the way, we were stopped by these two women who said they were from India, and asked for directions to Times Square.
I told them we were headed that way and asked a security guard for directions.
Whereby the cheekier of the two women asked, "Are you Indian?", to which I replied "Yes, I'm local."
"You're Malaysian and you don't know your way around KL?"
-.-"
Moron.
As if you know your way all over India.
*****
I've been eating so much Milo wafer chocolates, it's not funny anymore.
I don't understand that phrase, truth be told.
"I've been xxx so much yyy, it's not funny anymore.'
As if it was funny in the first place.
*****
My laptop has gone completely mad, the stupid temperamental thing.
It keeps freezing and asking me to type in stupid phrases. Ala, you know that thing that pops up when you try signing in to your email or something, to make sure there's a real live person at the other end of the keyboard.
Phrases I've identified and typed in the last hour:
Benjamin nexuses, sermon either, Goglewoski awoken, Dr simmered, bangles jingles and special 5B.
Waste of time and energy.
*****
Geeta showed me how to do the Tim Tam Slam! Coolest thing ever, a combination of my two favorite things: hot drinks and chocolate. I shall do a step-by-step guide soon.
Because I have no life.
*****
Methinks it's about time I stop making impulsive buys, especially when it comes to clothes.
Whoever said being poor was romantic was an idiot. Who obviously had a secret account her husband knew nothing about.
Being broke is depressing.
*****
You make me dance like a fool,
Forget how to breathe,
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee,
Just the thought of you can drive me wild,
Oh you make me smile.
-Uncle Kracker, Smile -
I've been sleepwalking through everything; you breathe life into me.
*****
I bought books! From the Big Bad Book Sale. All fiction priced at RM8, awesome bargains pleasethankyou.
I was so excited by the price, I spent a wee bit more than I should have.
And then, today I get a cheerful email from the organizers saying the last-day special (tomorrow) will see all books sold at RM5 -.-"
I hate hate hate it when that happens.
<3
On the way, we were stopped by these two women who said they were from India, and asked for directions to Times Square.
I told them we were headed that way and asked a security guard for directions.
Whereby the cheekier of the two women asked, "Are you Indian?", to which I replied "Yes, I'm local."
"You're Malaysian and you don't know your way around KL?"
-.-"
Moron.
As if you know your way all over India.
*****
I've been eating so much Milo wafer chocolates, it's not funny anymore.
I don't understand that phrase, truth be told.
"I've been xxx so much yyy, it's not funny anymore.'
As if it was funny in the first place.
*****
My laptop has gone completely mad, the stupid temperamental thing.
It keeps freezing and asking me to type in stupid phrases. Ala, you know that thing that pops up when you try signing in to your email or something, to make sure there's a real live person at the other end of the keyboard.
Phrases I've identified and typed in the last hour:
Benjamin nexuses, sermon either, Goglewoski awoken, Dr simmered, bangles jingles and special 5B.
Waste of time and energy.
*****
Geeta showed me how to do the Tim Tam Slam! Coolest thing ever, a combination of my two favorite things: hot drinks and chocolate. I shall do a step-by-step guide soon.
Because I have no life.
*****
Methinks it's about time I stop making impulsive buys, especially when it comes to clothes.
Whoever said being poor was romantic was an idiot. Who obviously had a secret account her husband knew nothing about.
Being broke is depressing.
*****
You make me dance like a fool,
Forget how to breathe,
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee,
Just the thought of you can drive me wild,
Oh you make me smile.
-Uncle Kracker, Smile -
I've been sleepwalking through everything; you breathe life into me.
*****
I bought books! From the Big Bad Book Sale. All fiction priced at RM8, awesome bargains pleasethankyou.
I was so excited by the price, I spent a wee bit more than I should have.
And then, today I get a cheerful email from the organizers saying the last-day special (tomorrow) will see all books sold at RM5 -.-"
I hate hate hate it when that happens.
<3
Thursday, November 26
Baby, Baby, Babylon
Hallmark plays extremely odd short films in between movies these days.
I think I'm spending too much time staring at the TV and not enough time doing work. Housework, work work, work out, whatever comes with the word "work" in it sounds like too much work.
I put on weight! Hardly surprising, considering how much I eat when stressed/ bored/ happy/ annoyed/ excited. And then there was that stretch when I replaced water with soya bean... all that sugar adds up. In my thighs. Unfairly so. Hmph.
*****
Watching Babylon A.D. for the second time. Helloooo, Vin Diesel. I never thought he was hot (unlike Nut, who liked mama's boys like Tom Welling, yuck), and the fella can't seem to speak properly. But whatever, that's the only interesting thing on TV till The Nanny starts.
Speaking of The Nanny, a classmate of mine told me something extremely disturbing. He was watching Californication, this all-about-sex series, and he saw Gracie (youngest daughter on The Nanny) doing unspeakable, immoral things to some random man.
GRACIE! Are you kidding me? Now every time she appears on The Nanny, I can't look at her sweet, innocent, little-girl face because this voice in my head (oh shut up, you hear it too) keeps going "HA! I know what you're going to do in a few years, you skank!"
*****
New Moon's out. I thought I'd be more excited than this, but after watching Twilight on TV last week, I was reminded how the two main actors can't act to save their lives. How depressing. A good storyline but such dead players. And who, WHO, could possibly think Robert makes a good Edward?
Dad: He looks like he's trying to be a brooding James Dean.
Right on, dude.
*****
PetrinaJo says:
so i don't need to get u an xmas present right
ro says:
no need lah, but i accept smiles
:D
ting
Haha, if only more people wanted that for Christmas; I'd save a fortune.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas' on its way!
<3
I think I'm spending too much time staring at the TV and not enough time doing work. Housework, work work, work out, whatever comes with the word "work" in it sounds like too much work.
I put on weight! Hardly surprising, considering how much I eat when stressed/ bored/ happy/ annoyed/ excited. And then there was that stretch when I replaced water with soya bean... all that sugar adds up. In my thighs. Unfairly so. Hmph.
*****
Watching Babylon A.D. for the second time. Helloooo, Vin Diesel. I never thought he was hot (unlike Nut, who liked mama's boys like Tom Welling, yuck), and the fella can't seem to speak properly. But whatever, that's the only interesting thing on TV till The Nanny starts.
Speaking of The Nanny, a classmate of mine told me something extremely disturbing. He was watching Californication, this all-about-sex series, and he saw Gracie (youngest daughter on The Nanny) doing unspeakable, immoral things to some random man.
GRACIE! Are you kidding me? Now every time she appears on The Nanny, I can't look at her sweet, innocent, little-girl face because this voice in my head (oh shut up, you hear it too) keeps going "HA! I know what you're going to do in a few years, you skank!"
*****
New Moon's out. I thought I'd be more excited than this, but after watching Twilight on TV last week, I was reminded how the two main actors can't act to save their lives. How depressing. A good storyline but such dead players. And who, WHO, could possibly think Robert makes a good Edward?
Dad: He looks like he's trying to be a brooding James Dean.
Right on, dude.
*****
PetrinaJo says:
so i don't need to get u an xmas present right
ro says:
no need lah, but i accept smiles
:D
ting
Haha, if only more people wanted that for Christmas; I'd save a fortune.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas' on its way!
<3
I should be sleeping
I wish I could freeze time so I could figure out what I'm going to do.
Decisions, decisions.
All I have to do is pick one and run with it.
Why is this so much harder than I thought it would be?
*****
Where can you find beef currypuffs? I've been craving them the past couple of hours.
Andand where oh where can I find charms for my charm bracelet? It's so bare and naked, it would be slapped with a fine for indecent exposure if I wore it out in public.
*****
Hit Tropicana today with Becca and Saf, and passed a cafe called Bad Ass Coffee. It sounds promising :p
Watched 2012, which turned out to be pretty so-so la. I don't get what all the hype is about. Typical oh-no-the-world-is-about-to-end-and-the-fate-of-humanity-lies-in-the-hands-of-one-man storyline. Pretty good effects but nyeh, two and a half hours of nothing amazing.
I found a couple of really nice dresses there and was incredibly tempted to buy them, but with superhuman effort (and a mental reminder of my pitiful bank balance), managed to walk away.
Never mind the fact that the entire time I was walking away, I heard the dresses screaming "NOOOOoooooo, Pet, we were made for youuuuuuuu."
Sigh. So much for retail therapy.
*****
Went to Ikea the other day with Les and Saf. Walked a lot, ate more and laughed too much. My idea of a perfect, laidback day out.
Except for when Lester, in the midst of insulting all things Harry Potter, said "Dumbledore is the Michael Jackson of Harry Potter land." Or was it Hogwarts? Whatever it was, grrr.
Speaking of Harry Potter, I bought a copy of its parody, Barry Trotter, sometime back. It's all about 20-something year old Barry who never graduated from Hogwash (Hogwarts), and his little adventures with Lon and Ermine (Ron and Hermione). It was so stupid that I wanted to run it over with my car. Or a steamroller. Preferably the steam roller.
*****
Sowmya got into UNSW! And Rebecca's applying for a scholarship to the UK! While I'm all excited that my genius friends are going places, I hate the fact that to go places, they have to leave this place - home! Not like I see the two of them all that much, but still!
Hmph.
*****
I want some serious, (unaffordable) luxurious me-time. And a good back-and-shoulders massage. And a facial. And Belgium chocolates.
Oh and, since this wish list is purely fantasy, I'd like some one-on-one time with Edward Cullen please. Yes, I'm a hopeless sap who falls for dumbed down vampire mush. Who cares. The dude's hot and will remain that way for all eternity. What more could any woman want.
<3
Decisions, decisions.
All I have to do is pick one and run with it.
Why is this so much harder than I thought it would be?
*****
Where can you find beef currypuffs? I've been craving them the past couple of hours.
Andand where oh where can I find charms for my charm bracelet? It's so bare and naked, it would be slapped with a fine for indecent exposure if I wore it out in public.
*****
Hit Tropicana today with Becca and Saf, and passed a cafe called Bad Ass Coffee. It sounds promising :p
Watched 2012, which turned out to be pretty so-so la. I don't get what all the hype is about. Typical oh-no-the-world-is-about-to-end-and-the-fate-of-humanity-lies-in-the-hands-of-one-man storyline. Pretty good effects but nyeh, two and a half hours of nothing amazing.
I found a couple of really nice dresses there and was incredibly tempted to buy them, but with superhuman effort (and a mental reminder of my pitiful bank balance), managed to walk away.
Never mind the fact that the entire time I was walking away, I heard the dresses screaming "NOOOOoooooo, Pet, we were made for youuuuuuuu."
Sigh. So much for retail therapy.
*****
Went to Ikea the other day with Les and Saf. Walked a lot, ate more and laughed too much. My idea of a perfect, laidback day out.
Except for when Lester, in the midst of insulting all things Harry Potter, said "Dumbledore is the Michael Jackson of Harry Potter land." Or was it Hogwarts? Whatever it was, grrr.
Speaking of Harry Potter, I bought a copy of its parody, Barry Trotter, sometime back. It's all about 20-something year old Barry who never graduated from Hogwash (Hogwarts), and his little adventures with Lon and Ermine (Ron and Hermione). It was so stupid that I wanted to run it over with my car. Or a steamroller. Preferably the steam roller.
*****
Sowmya got into UNSW! And Rebecca's applying for a scholarship to the UK! While I'm all excited that my genius friends are going places, I hate the fact that to go places, they have to leave this place - home! Not like I see the two of them all that much, but still!
Hmph.
*****
I want some serious, (unaffordable) luxurious me-time. And a good back-and-shoulders massage. And a facial. And Belgium chocolates.
Oh and, since this wish list is purely fantasy, I'd like some one-on-one time with Edward Cullen please. Yes, I'm a hopeless sap who falls for dumbed down vampire mush. Who cares. The dude's hot and will remain that way for all eternity. What more could any woman want.
<3
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