Love. Laugh. Live

23

2011-07-16T00:57:00.002+08:00

I sometimes feel like I will never be enough. Never be smart enough, fast enough, talented enough. But then I remember the way you used to smile at me, that crooked smile that told me I was your universe, and I can breathe again.

*****

Spent a week in Sarawak for the three-day rainforest festival and a two-day turtle conservation program early this month.

The Rainforest World Music Festival (RWMF) was brilliant fun! Attended a couple of workshops each day, developed a love for swinging heart-thumping, feet-tapping zydeco music - will have to learn how to download songs to give Lisa Haley and the Zydekats a listen.

Speaking of downloading, Dinesh and I agreed that I would be obsolete in five years if I don't start taking an interest in technology. Might have something to with the fact that he showed me an iPod Shuffle and I thought it was a toy.

Mostly because the last music player I noticed was the discman some ten years ago.

Back to RWMF.

Came down with a flu and fever from the oppressive humidity. Used it as an excuse to sleep in every morning. There's something very satisfying about waking up at 12pm in a cool and dark hotel room and forget for a moment that reality exists outside your door/ balcony.

Spent three nights at the One Hotel Santubong which was decent, if not very well maintained. the sliding door leading to my balcony had no lock and I fell asleep every night terrified of burglars or monkeys breaking into my room.

Can't remember much else about the festival right now, other than the fact that I gorged on lamb burgers five meals in a row (excluding breakfast, which I slept right through most of the time).

Headed over to Kuching town for a day before making the two hour drive and half-hour boat ride to Talang Island for the Sarawak Turtle Adoption Program (STAP). Kuching came across as a sleepy, bizarrely clean town. Nice for a few days but I sure wouldn't want to live there. And where do they keep all that tuak everyone raves about? Set off on the Great Tuak Hunt with my roommate to no avail. People must have thought we were city drunkards from the way we (politely) badgered a whole bunch of people into directing us to the nearest tuak stand (no such thing, apparently).

Celebrated my birthday transferring turtle eggs into a hatchery and tiptoeing about the giant sea creatures. An egg exploded and rotten egg yolk splattered on my face during a nest analysis exercise, but I'd rather forget that stomach-churning incident ever happened.

Went snorkelling for the first time and that was a massive disaster, from the time I tried to get off the boat and into the ocean right up to the time I tried to get out of the ocean and back into the boat. Also, I literally can't swim to save my life and hadn't fastened the life jacket properly before tumbling elbow-first into the water (not sure how that happened), so the life jacket kept slipping above my head. The boatman had a beast of a time trying to get me back into the boat - there were no steps to climb up or handles to hold on to, so I had one foot on the motor and another sliding up and down the slippery sides of the boat while he tried to heave the heavy me up with all his might.

As if that wasn't humiliating enough, when my jacket was finally fastened properly and I'd fallen headfirst into the water, I discovered I had no idea how to use the mouthpiece and ended up swallowing mouthfuls of horrid, salty water before learning (the hard way) to BITE down on the tube and keep my mouth firmly shut. Since I'd gone into the water without the flippers (insisted on leaving them behind after that b*tch of a time trying to clamber back onto the boat with it on), I had to kick hard to move at all in the water and made a devil of noise - which is probably why everyone else saw all kinds of cool fish (one guy even swam with a turtle!) while all I saw were rocks and corals, having scared all other living things away.

*****

Turned 23 in Sarawak. I'm a year older, not much wiser, a whole lot more tired, a few kg heavier, and more jaded than I ever thought I would be.

Birthdays, y u no make me younger instead?

xx

Late Night

2011-03-10T00:18:00.002+08:00

For some reason, today, I really miss you. We could have been great friends. We were. I don't know what happened to us. Somewhere, a wrong turn, and we just... grew apart.

But even after all this time, you are someone I know I can count on, even from a distance. I rarely see you, I'm not even sure if you're in the country, but I know who you are and you know who I am and that has always been and will always be enough.

But today, I could use a little more that just "enough". Today I could use a giant hug and a heart-to-heart about anything and everything.

I miss you. Plain and simple. Even though you were wrong about half the things you believed in and said, even though I was wrong to act the way I did, even though I haven't seen you in forever (though it can't have been all that long), I miss you. Because you always made me feel safe.

Because you were always somewhere in the wings, watching.

I miss you. Did I tell you that?

No Action This V-Day

2011-02-12T23:29:00.008+08:00

So I had this awesome Valentine's Day dinner planned out. A few girlfriends and I were going to watch a movie or catch up over dinner or indulge in dessert after dessert after dessert.

Yeah, not anymore.

You see, I'm a Christian and three of my friends are Muslims. There's this controversy raging on about how I might present them with corny Hallmark cards (guaranteed to sweep them off their feet) and take them to dinner (laced with sleeping drugs, perhaps) and if all goes well, I might force them to have illicit sex with me in some dodgy half-priced motel room (Valentine's discount). Who knows, one of us may even get pregnant.

Better not risk the temptation. After all, the teachings of the church indoctrinated in me - which incidentally are assumed to include frequenting discotheques, having casual sex and dumping newborn children - apparently insist I deceive them by undermining their beliefs and religious teachings and, like, leading them astray.

Theoretically, it would have been so easy too, like stealing candy from a baby, only JAKIM has thwarted my supposed masterplan. How could I possibly lure these unsuspecting friends of mine away from their faith with the moral police on the case? Those undergarment checks and hotel raids they will be conducting come Valentine's night are obstacles I simply cannot overcome. It's not like I could just invite my friends to my place or, even more unthinkably, go about seducing them one of the other 364 nights in the year. Oh no, this genius plan was centered around the Hari Kekasih so dastardly constructed by Christianity presumably for the sole purpose of bringing down this other religion, and would never work any other day of the year.

Don't spread the love now. Malaysia Boleh, y'all.

In case you've been living under a coconut husk:

Muslims banned from celebrating "Christian holiday" Valentine's Day

Measures to curb Valentine's Day hanky-panky

Look, we're being talked about regionally!

The Bucket List

2011-01-30T01:51:00.004+08:00

Visit London, Melbourne, and Paris
Check out Hobbiton in New Zealand (LOTR's epic set) and Disneyland
Catch a Maroon 5 concert
Visit a chocolate factory
See a platypus, a kangaroo and a penguin
Go Skydiving or bungee jumping
Visit every state in Malaysia
Ride a horse
See the Niagara falls, the pyramids of Giza and the Mona Lisa (I still don't get what's so great about the last, maybe seeing it up close will be a revelation)
See a shooting star or an eclipse
Change a life

Say No

2011-01-30T01:09:00.007+08:00

So I was cleaning my room - a project I embarked on two months ago and have yet to complete - and I found old keychains, letters, and (the mother of all horrors) my diary.

Rule #3 of life should be "Never write anything down", after "Never touch someone else's chocolate" and "Never wear white on a day that looks like rain".

First, the keychain. It was given to me by an ex-boyfriend who, for some unfathomable reason, had inscribed it "Petrina <3 xxxxx" instead of the other way around. Then again, our relationship was anything but conventional. Our phone conversations consisted of him asking me out and me scolding him for smoking. We broke up a few times in the nine months we'd been together (I'd end it every time I found out he smoked and would get back together after he apologized) but finally called it quits the day we went on our first (group) date and he held my hand for the first time. Poor guy, he never saw it coming.

Over a decade later, I look at the keychain and feel sorry for the fella. I was such a terrible girlfriend and I imagine he'd be mortified (I would be) to know I was holding a tangible reminder of our odd time together. And then I remember all the silly things I'd written about and even sent to random guys I'd had brief crushes on - cards, letters, emails going on about how amazing they are. Gag me.

What makes it worse is most of them turned out to be total freaks of nature whom normal people should run screaming away from.

I will never run for a political position, there are too many people out there with proof that I have terrible judgment. I can only blame it on my being partially deaf, short-sighted, and not very smart.

The other keychain/ souvenir was a Langkawi momento from Manda which she inscribed "Langkawi was normal! Love, Manda."

I wonder what abnormalities she'd expected to find there.

There were a few random cards that made me smile and then I stumbled upon The Book of No.

The Book of No was this incredibly pointless and thankfully short-lived project I'd started in Form Four out of sheer boredom. We didn't have Facebook and Twitter and blogs in those days, so all our nonsense was confined to pen-and-paper scribbles.

The Book of No was basically my official stand supporting negativity by saying no to everything.

That doesn't make any sense now but it was something I took very seriously back then, although I kept digressing from my mission to convert everyone into pessimists.

It opened with me colouring slogans like "Be Bold: Say No" and "Say Yes to No" and ended a few pages later with a story sporting the headline "Rebecca's Records". The "records" was a one-off report I wrote on a random conversation I had with Rebecca which I faithfully recorded and analyzed for no obvious purpose that I can see. Though it does sound funny when you read it aloud now.

No wonder I was failing Add Math and Chemistry and BM in Form Four.

xoxo

Rock it out in Heaven, Joash Wee

2010-06-17T22:04:00.003+08:00

Today, a mother lost a precious son, two siblings lost a loving brother, hundreds of people lost a dear friend and the world lost one of the kindest, most sincere young men it has ever known.

My classmate Joash passed away in a horrible car accident this morning. I woke up to missed calls by my friends, but didn't think anything of it until I heard the news.

And the world honestly stopped turning for a full minute.

This sounds melodramatic, but if you knew how wonderful a person Jo was, you would mourn not knowing him.

When I first joined my Journalism degree, I didn't know anyone in any of my writing classes. Most of them already had their own cliques from previous semesters, and being the only one in my batch doing a Journalism major, I was completely alone.
I used to sit by myself at the back of classes and do my own thing, week after week. And week after week, this lanky boy with dimples, twinkling eyes and a bright green helmet used to smile at me as I walked in and out of class. One random day, when he happened to come into class later than I did, he sat beside me and struck up a friendly conversation. From then on, he'd sit beside me and partnered me for random pair assignments. He'd invite me to join his group of friends for lunch or walk me to places whenever he saw me alone somewhere.

That was Joash Wee. Who'd reach out to anyone and everyone without a second thought. Mas and I used to jokingly call him "the Big Man on Campus" because he knew everyone. Walking beside him was like walking with a celebrity; people would continuously stop him to say hi or exchange a friendly greeting. He had time for everyone. No one had a single negative thing to say about him; do you know how rare that is in today's world?

I wish I'd thanked you for sitting beside that lonely girl that random day in college. Taylor's will never be the same without your smile. Your friendship was a beautiful gift I will always treasure. Rest in peace, you darling thing.

Blocked

2010-06-12T23:19:00.003+08:00

Guess who decides to come down with the worst flu she's had in years the very week all her final assignments are due -.-"

Moronic immune system. Can play in the rain and sit in an air-conditioned room with wet hair and live on watermelon juice for weeks without the slightest sniffle. Then the week, the ONE week I need to be moderately healthy, my body decides to rebel and goes whacked on me. Pffffffffft.

*****

A child ignores the person he or she had a conflict with; an adult would deal with the conflict and move on.

*****

Charm bracelets are my new love. I love how you can customize them and play around with them and wear them with anything and everything. I used to be so picky with the first couple I bought - each charm had to mean something special. After awhile I decided to just have fun and went on an excited (and expensive) bracelet-buying spree.

Speaking of shopping sprees, I've been throwing money around on clothes like the fashion world is facing an apocalypse. In the last month alone I have spent more on clothes (that I can barely squeeze into, mind you) than I have in the last two years put together.

There's a hole in me that I'm trying to dress up, instead of fill. Silly woman.

*****

YAY, the semester's ending! Another week and I'm done with college. Ten days of fun hiding from the sun (the weather has been unreal. No, really. It's either blazing hot, uncomfortably humid or raining heavily at any given time) and then it's off to an internship I'm not too excited about.

Or at least, one I was excited about, had I not received two offers from two good magazines I'd really been looking forward to working with AFTER I agreed to intern at... wherever I'm going to intern at.

That was one long run-on sentence.

But the point is: Yes, I'm glad to know that the places I wanted to work at were interested in taking me on. I just wish I'd been free to accept! Instead, I'm probably going to spend the next two months wishing I was somewhere else. Blah.

*****

Pet: I used to draw retarded pictures when I was eight.
Dinesh: What's changed since then?
Pompy: Her weight.

-.-"

The fatty is off to Facebook and struggle to breathe while ignoring her assignments now.

xoxo

Tick-tock

2010-06-10T21:53:00.003+08:00

Life doesn't wait for you. It's a non-stop gamble - you're playing against time and the clock never stops ticking.

So why, then, do we waste precious time on people, on friends, on partners who are not worth it?

Stitches

2010-05-24T22:39:00.003+08:00

Zura, Puiks, Dinesh and I went for lunch today at Jaya One and as usual, we made more noise than the work crowd at Muse restaurant were used to.

I'm not sure how the conversation started, but Puiks and I (who are the WORST at geography) started naming (guessing) the capitals of countries to see who knew more. With the occasional random guess by Zu, we succeeded in driving Dinesh completely mad at how ignorant his friends are :/

Pet: What's the capital of... Russia?
Zu: Morocco!
Dinesh *slaps forehead*
Pet: Moscow! *bangga*

Pet: Indonesia!
Zu: Jakarta!
Pet: Sumatera!
Puiks: Bali!
Dinesh *slaps forehead*

Pet: Australia.
Zu: Sydney!
Pet: Canberra.
Dinesh: You only knew that because I told you that.
Pet: Nope, it appeared in my old journalism quizzes often enough that it was finally drilled into me.

Pet: The capital of... Germany?
Puiks: Denmark!
*dumbfounded silence before everyone else bursts into laughter*
Pet: It's Berlin!
Zu: Why did you think it was Denmark?!
Dinesh: Denmark is a country on its own!
Puiks: ...I don't know. Denmark and Germany sound compatible.

Pet: What about... Singapore?
Puiks: It has no capital.
Pet: It does! Singapore City! Right?
Dinesh: Yes. You and Puiks should host a travel show la. You'll give everyone all the wrong facts.
Zu: Yeah wei, Puiks will stand in front of a statue of a lion at Singapore and look at the camera crew and ask "Where's this?"
Pet: No, she'll think she's in Kuching!
Dinesh: Then she'll stand at the Great Wall of China and say "This is the Berlin Wall."
Zu: Don't worry la Puiks, there are signs everywhere that say "This is the Great Wall of China."
Puiks: Huh? Really ar?
Dinesh *slaps forehead*

Pet: Okay, okay other countries! Ireland!
Puiks: dunno.
Dinesh: Dublin. What about Switzerland?
Pet: The Alps!
Dinesh: ?!?! That's like saying Mt Kinabalu is the capital of Malaysia!

*No one knew the answer anyway.

Pet: Puiks, what's the capital of Portugal?
Puiks: Portuguese.
Everyone: ?!?!?!

Haha I think this proves that I know a bit more than Puiks does! Dinesh said he'd get us both an atlas each for our birthdays :p

Pet: Aiyoh, I have other skills la. This is what Google is for, to tell you the capital of countries. It doesn't really matter right now la. I'm not even too sure where Selangor is on the map of Malaysia.
Puiks: It's in the East
Pet: ?!?! *I know it'd not!*
Dinesh and Zu *give up*

Haha that was one funny lunch. Good times with good people. At least now I know it's time to buck up on my knowledge of... everything.

xoxo.

Swatches

2010-05-24T00:50:00.003+08:00

*Driving past a furniture shop called Casa Bella Italia

Pet: Oh oh I know what that means! Home Beautiful Girl Italian!
Dinesh: You mean Beautiful Italian Girl's Home
Pet: Yup. Wow, we so pandai.
Dinesh: ...If it was in Malay, it would be Rumah Awek Cantik

:D

*****

So we were driving around doing random errands before deciding to have dinner, go for a walk around Taman Jaya (to work off dinner) and drop by my cousin's place. On the way to my cousin's house, I kept nodding off.

Dinesh: Wow, you're easy. Feed you, take you for a walk, and you're out for the count.
Pet: ....you make me sound like a dog -.-"

*****

And... that's about all the interesting things that happened today.

I think I need a new life.

xoxo

If I could see what you see, would I like what I see?

2010-05-03T03:33:00.003+08:00

Why is there a headache behind all the good things I have going on in my life?

Time, time, time is always an issue. Too much time, not enough time, all the time, every time.

When I detach myself, I'm said to be too remote. When I'm fully immersed in something, I'm overreacting. No, really, how could I possibly handle this differently? It's an honest question, I'm at a complete loss here.

Where's the girl with the ruby slippers who wished herself home and opened her eyes to find she hadn't moved an inch?

I used to be that girl.

*****

In an ideal world, I'd be more like you and you'd be more like me.

Maybe then we'd stop shaking the world with our disagreements.

*****

I just want ice-cream. Lots of it. With hot fudge and cherries on top. Skip the whipped cream, I'm on a diet (yes, I get how contradictory that is).

*****

Walking towards church one raining evening:

"I don't want the umbrella; it clashes with my outfit." - Dad -

xoxo

Bits & Pieces

2010-04-02T00:45:00.003+08:00

Pet: So are you seeing anyone now?
Pash: Someone's seeing me. I'm not sure if I'm seeing him.
Ro: Nice one, la.

*****

So life's all about work, college, procrastinating, work, giggling, work and more work.

Yawn.

I need to get a new hobby, but I've no time for one.

Pompy's all about the pen pals these days. The woman's friend told her about some site where you can write letters to people all over the world, so guess who's been buying postcards by the dozens? Sounds like fun, but I think I've enough writing-related things to do.

I used to have a pen pal. Her name was Veronica, I think. I wonder what happened to her.

*****

Dessert dates. I want.

Nights, drives, lights, stars, our silence. I miss.

xoxo

Money money money, ain't it funny, in a rich man's world

2010-03-23T01:14:00.004+08:00

Proof I have to stop shopping and start saving for that much-needed audio recorder:

Guess who had an interview with an artiste when he was down for a concert. Guess who took pages and pages and pages of notes. And then, guess who left her VERY IMPORTANT NOTEBOOK filled with VERY IMPORTANT NOTES on the counter at Auntie Anne's while paying for pretzels, and only realised this potentially catastrophic mistake an hour later, on the LRT.

So goodbye, funky Forever 21 chain and Subway sandwiches.

Hello, boring world of saving.

*****

I wanted to try going for a professional wax session today, but chickened out when I heard the screams of pain and evil laughs coming from inside the store.

Okay no, I just chickened out. No sound effects were involved.

Plan put on hold to save money to prevent the above dilemma from occurring again.

*****

"Petrina, you have no co-ordination."

No kidding, Sherlock.

*****

I kinda miss blogging. Kinda, sorta, maybe. But I think I've too much writing work going on,what with the campus newspaper and work work, that I've no juice left for this little space anymore.

We'll see, we'll see. Maybe it's time for a fresh blog anyway, to go with a fresh start I'm making.

Okay no, that's nonsense, I'm too lazy for both a new blog and a new life. I like where I am now.

*****

And for the grand finale, guess who recently walked into a glass door AGAIN.

....this is getting ridiculous.

I think it's time to save for contact lenses again -.-"

A walking stick might be helpful, too.

xoxo

Short on Starbucks

2010-03-23T00:09:00.002+08:00

(Upon seeing a car with a smashed-in boot)
Dinesh: Hey Pet, have you driven that car recently?
Pet: Nope, but I might have driven into it recently.
Dinesh: Good one, homey.

*****

So we were at Starbucks earlier and I'd turned to the side to pass him his change, but didn't see him standing behind me.
Dinesh: Oh my god, you're so short, you can't see anything
Female barista: I heard that. That's so mean!
Dinesh: But she is short! She hasn't grown since I've known her, and I've known her for a really long time!
Male barista: Excuse me while I laugh *laughs* (I'm not kidding - that really happened)
Pet: *Mumbles some nonsense*
Female barista: Girls have to be short. Otherwise they'd be taller than guys.
Dinesh: I wouldn't mind dating a taller girl.
Pet: But tall girls don't want to date short guys!
Female barista: *hands me my green tea frappa* Here you go, dear. I gave you extra because we short people have to stick together.

Umm..thanks for the extra drink but what. the. hell?!?!

Haha.

xoxo

Life lesson my mom taught me

2010-03-09T12:23:00.002+08:00

When someone dies, you shouldn't mourn their death but celebrate their life.

Lamebook

2010-03-05T00:45:00.004+08:00

Facebook Funnies (not mine or people I know)

Status: Wish I looked like Audrey Hepburn
Comment: More like Audrey helpburnvictim

S: I'm in to necrophilia only because I'm really into girls who are down to earth
C: Yeah, and they can't say no

Notice: Justin is engaged to Amanda
Brenda: What??
Amanda: I hope you're not mad
B: Mad no, but Im his mother and he never mentioned it to me. I'm confused.
Justin: Jesus Christ yes I am engaged I just haven't told anyone yet. This is why I hate these god damned social networking sites.

Status: Please, no Valentine's gifts!
C: Wasn't gonna get you one :p
Reply: I meant on Farmville

S: Happy Valentine's Day! I feel so lucky to have the man of my dreams!
C: Aww, so cute. Me too girl. You look happy. Did you know my mother passed away in a car accident? It was horrible. It was the day after my baby shower.

Notice: Chris Brown became a fan of Hitting Women.

Eavesdropping

2010-02-10T14:29:00.001+08:00

Overheard, Pompy's phone conversation with Colin:

Pompy: Eh sayang, you Upin, I Ipin OK? Hai kawan-kawan! Kamu buat apa?

*Pause*

Pompy: Betul, betul, betul.

.....Very romantic ah, this young couple.

xoxo

Shawty's on Replay

2010-01-30T01:35:00.004+08:00

Shawty like a melody in my head
That I can't keep out
Got me singin' like
Nananana everyday
Like my iPod's stuck on replay...

Rebecca: You know, my friends laughed at me coz I thought the words were "like my eyeball's stuck on replay".
Pet: HAHAHAHA.... wait, so did I.

Hey, we even made it sound logical - something about how his eyeball was continuously on the replay button of whatever music-playing device he was listening to.

Err... yeah.

xoxo

Scrabble Blues

2010-01-28T18:20:00.003+08:00

You know what I love/hate (depending on my mood) about playing Scrabble words?

You can score a lot more easily with words like "Qi", "Qis", and "Fez."

You know what's really annoying?

Being beaten at the LAST ROUND of a game (in which I'd been leading all along) because some moron put "Za" - which (according to that incompetent dictionary) is a short form for "pizza".

-.-"

Moron.

The dictionary, I mean. The girl was just lucky. Hmph.

xoxo

Too Much Time on my Hands

2010-01-27T18:49:00.004+08:00

Mr Indy: Pet, so you're playing the field again.
Pet: Sir, are you kidding? After seven years, I don't even know where the field is anymore.

*****

*Upon passing a signboard that said "Pulau Indah - xxkm"*

Pet: Hey, look! Pulau Indah! Pulau Indah is a beautiful island! Get it, get it?
Joel: -.-"

xoxo

Life List

2010-01-26T16:48:00.002+08:00

Things I've wondered about these past couple of weeks:

What have I been eating/(not) doing to gain so much weight?
Where has all my money gone?
Where has the last two months of my holidays gone?
WHY do I keep walking into furniture in my own home?

Things I will be doing all of next week:

Work
Work
Work

Things I'd like to do before I return to college:

Sleep till noon one day (I haven't done this is over a year!)
Read at least three good books
Go on a road trip
Try something new
Work on my writing

Things I have to buy:

Nothing. I can't afford anything!

xoxo

2010-01-24T23:16:00.000+08:00

Screw this.

Late New Year Nonsense

2010-01-24T00:55:00.005+08:00

I wanted to do a "New Year's resolution" post, but got bored. And then I spent the last three weeks feeling antisocial and avoiding most forms of human contact, so this space was never updated (because there was nothing to write about la). But whack only, it's never too late.

Lifestyle Change #1 - Exercise
I knew something had to change when Laura and Reena took me aside on Pompy's birthday and asked me if I'd put on so much weight because I was on birth control -.-"

So guess who's on a vague exercise plan until March, at least.

This decision was further confirmed when Pompy's friend Sara came by the house, and the first thing she said to me was something along the lines of "Wow, you've put on a lot of weight!"

-.-" I get it, people. Enough, already.

Lifestyle Change #2 - Reading
I recently realised that in the last three months, the only characters I'd read about were limited to Harry Potter, Edward Cullen and Jacob Black, and Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield. I'm 21 and I've got the reading list of a fifteen-year old.

So resolution number two is to read a greater variety of fiction. And less teen dramas where "beautiful" pale-faced bloodsuckers fall for their human prey.

Whatever man. Everyone has a guilty pleasure - mine's Twilight.

Lifestyle Change #3 - Life
Because I graduate this year, and I haven't got the faintest idea what my next move is going to be. So I, Petrina, solemnly swear to spend at least ten minutes a week trying to figure out what I want to do with my life... or the next couple of years, at least.

Ok la, three sounds ambitious enough. Mind you, these resolutions aren't for the whole year - the whole swearing to do something in January and forgetting about it by February is a route I've gone down enough times in the past. So this year, I'm making resolutions in three-month blocks.

Realistic, no?

xoxo

Snippets

2009-12-25T01:45:00.002+08:00

Welcome to this world, baby Asha Helena Gasper! And congrats, proud papa and mama Shaman and Melissa. She's absolutely adorable (and I hardly ever - never, in fact - say this about newborns).

*****

YAY to Caleb being a healthy baby! Hospitals are run by morons, I tell you.

*****

I'm just not feeling Christmas. Not even a tiny bit. In fact, I think I had more fun studying for Media Law than I did today.

Butbut Pompy gave me the perfect gift :D Practical and yes, it "helps alleviate some of the mess in my room", which was part of her goal.

And I absolutely loved what Joel gave me.

But yeah, gifts aside, I've had better Christmases.

*****

I miss you so much, mom. Home isn't home, Christmas isn't Christmas without you. I miss you, I love you, I'd give anything, anything, to have you here with us. Merry Christmas, mom, I hope you're enjoying heaven. Don't worry about us, we'll be fine. But we do, we do, miss you. Oh so very much. Iloveyoumom.

xoxo

According to Safiah

2009-12-21T11:45:00.003+08:00

Pet: Oh I went to Alabama with my banjo on my knee..
Saf: Why was your banjo on your knee?
Pet: Haha then where you want me to put it - on my head ar
Saf: No.. I thought you put it on your back.

........... -.-" How do you play an instrument that's strapped onto your back?!?!

Stoned, Indian style

2009-12-09T17:54:00.005+08:00

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

Fast fingers

2009-12-07T23:31:00.003+08:00

Written in September 2009 but was never posted up:

ro: you all hasut bersama
Petrina Jo: ....please ok, I wouldnt hasut with him
Petrina Jo: he cannot kedep secret wan la
ro: you dont know what hasut iiisss
Petrina Jo: conspire!
ro: homagoood
ro: you are like, sooo pentium 3!

-.-"

I'm still trying to figure out if that's a good thing or not.

*****

Les: PET! I want to make tiramisu but the ingredients are really weird. They asked to put lady's fingers in it.

Pet: ....Lester... Lady's fingers here mean those funny biscuit things you can buy at supermarkets lah, not vegetables!

xoxo

Vampish love

2009-12-06T22:33:00.003+08:00

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

Short.

2009-12-05T00:09:00.003+08:00

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

Sleep-talking

2009-12-04T03:30:00.005+08:00

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

Like, eeew.

2009-12-02T17:03:00.002+08:00

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

Just my luck

2009-12-02T01:10:00.003+08:00

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

Baby, Baby, Babylon

2009-11-26T23:36:00.002+08:00

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 should be sleeping

2009-11-26T05:01:00.003+08:00

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

Sloppy Spelling

2009-11-24T17:12:00.004+08:00

You know what really turns me off?

Ppl who spel likee tis.

Especially people who spell "you" as "ya."

It's an extra vowel, what, too much of an effort for you?

The meaningfulness (if there's such a word) of the message is eroded by the lack of effort put into typing it out.

If my future husband ever sends me a text saying "I wan d-vos", I would throw him off the balcony. Not because he wants to walk out on our marriage, but because he couldn't even take the damned time to spell "divorce" properly.

Charming.

xoxo.

Confessions of a Pack Rat

2009-11-23T22:54:00.002+08:00

Anyone who's ever set foot into my room will tell you what a horrible mess it's in (unless the bf was to ever visit the room, in which case I foresee myself spending an afternoon on my hands and knees scrubbing the place down with an industrial-strength cleaner and shoving everything I own into boxes to be stored in Pompy's room until he's left).

But to be fair, I think my room is a tad too small for the amount of stuff I own.

"Stuff" is a very good word. They're not possessions, or things or treasures (unless, for some unfathomable reason, you deem a bagful of soda can tabs - you know those little things you pull to open a can of soft drink? - treasures). They're just... stuff.

But I absolutely HATE getting rid of anything because I know the minute, the absolute minute I throw something out, I'll find some use for it. Like lanyards. You know how you can never find a landyard when you need one? Well, guess who's got seven :D

Last week my cousin Chrystal came down from Australia and said she wanted to chill with Pompy and I over at our place.

THE HORROR.

My room looked like it had been hit by a hurricane, partly demolished by a wrecking ball and then used as the set for the final battle scene in Transformers. And it survived.

No, honestly, there were piles of things EVERYWHERE you looked. And even more stuff in places you wouldn't look in (under the bed, behind the shelves - don't ask). Sigh.

It's been about five days now and I'm still not done (Chrystal came and went mercifully without venturing up to our rooms - HAHA to Pompy who spent all night disinfecting - ok, ok, tidying - hers).

But whatever, I have more stuff than my dad and Pompy put together.

Today alone, while emptying out a single drawer, I found:

Six or seven lanyards attached to stupid tags (media passes for events, project tags, and my old confirmation tag from 2004 -.-")
A half-used jar of Body Shop lip gloss from a couple of years ago (because that's when I stopped using Body Shop lip gloss :p)
My old, old, OLD BSB and A1 and Teen Queens cassettes from the 1990s. Yes, in those days, we used cassettes.
An old exercise book Joel once scribbled in and I saved because I used to be so awestruck by my boyfriend that I NEVER threw out anything he ever touched (well, almost)
A couple of tattered notebooks with nonsense scribbled in them.
A plastic bag with over 200 soda can tabs in them from my "I collect trash phase in 1999-2000.
A pencil box I never used
Some boxes of accessories I've gotten over the years
A Famous Amos biscuit tin
A jar of body scrub
An old torchlight that hasn't worked in years

Guess what went back into the drawer?

Everything except the lip gloss.

What?

You never know, cassette players may come back into style some day. Look at vinyl records or whatever.

Later.

Whack the fella

2009-11-19T22:24:00.009+08:00

BET YOU MISSED ME!

Actually no, you probably wouldn't have noticed my absence, DAMN FAILED blog following nowadays. Probably because I'm too lazy to update :p

Butbutbut guess who's on HOLIDAY now!

Think that's enough capital letters and exclamation points for now, I feel like Paris Hilton.

Speaking of Paris Hilton, I happened to watch my first episode of The Simple Life today. What the hell man, do people that blond honestly exist?!

Apparently. And we share the same planet. Horrors.

*****

Tried baking a cake today! "Tried" being the operative word, because guess who took it out of the oven about half an hour too early? It was still somewhere between batter and cake. Lots of tasteless mush, though that's my favorite consistency.

Decided to drown the thing in melted chocolate, and drown it I did. So all you taste when you bite into it is a hard chocolate shell and tasteless mush. Man, I'm awesome.

*****

Guess what happened today! I was on the way to Safiah's house to pick her and Becca up, and since I was a few minutes late, I thought I'd call one of them to say I was on the way.

Only as soon as I picked up my phone... jeng jeng jeeeng... I see a stupid policeman by the roadside signaling for me to pull over. Ish.

And that's not even the worst part of the incident -.-"

So I pull up at the side, right, and immediately fumble for my wallet to get my license and IC. Since this was the first time I'd ever been pulled over, I was kinda apprehensive. Another cop casually saunters over and gives the the shock of my life.

Cop: Ha. Kamu ni Ms? Mrs?
Pet: Ms. *hands over driving license and IC*
C: Ms Petrina Jo. Pergi mana?
P: Rumah kawan.
C: OK Ms Petrina, kesalahan apa ni?
P: Err...
C: Ha, janganlah macam tu. Kalau saya tanya dia, (points to dumbass who pulled me over) dia lebih tegas la. Tak pakai seatbelt atau guna handphone?
P: Handphone.
C: OK, kamu nak saya saman atau nak beritahu saya cerita?
P: ...Cerita apa?!
C: Cerita la. Ataupun saya saman.
P: Err.. saya pergi rumah kawan (Honestly, I had no idea what "cerita" he wanted me tell him)
C: Bukan cerita macam tu. Nak kena saman?
P: Tentu la tak nak. Tapi tak de pilihan kan.
C: Ada la. Boleh beritahu saya cerita.
P: Cerita apa?!?!
C: Macam mana nak settle la.
P: Settle apa?
C: Nak saman atau nak settle?
P: Saman. (I don't do bribes. Plus if I'd offered him a bribe, he might have had me arrested for bribing a policeman -.-")
C: Betul ke? Kamu but apa? Kerja?
P: Pelajar kat Segi. Journalism.
C: Oh, Segi College Damansara?
P: Bukan, sebelah Summit tu (coz it sounds poorer :p)
C: OK la Rina (wtf. Since when did I say you could call me "Rina"?), macam ni. Kalau saman RM300. You belanja say kopi cukup la.
P: Tapi saya tak mahu pergi mana-mana dengan kamu! (I thought he wanted me to take him for a drink! Panic like crazy ok) Saya seseorang dalam kereta!
C: Bukan macam tu. Tak payah pergi mana-mana la. Beri duit untuk kopi cukupla.
P: Err.. Saya nak saman.
C: Pasti ke? Nak saman atau settle?
P: Saman. Saya nak saman.
C: Macam ni la Rina. Kalau saya saman nanti kamu yang susah. Saya nak tolong ni.
P: Tak pe la, saman je.
C: (looks at my IC) Ha, ni tak nampak macam you pun?
P: Saya umur 12 dalam gambar tu.
C: Sekarang umur berapa?
P: 21.
C: India ke? Cantik la you ni. Kalau saya tak kahwin tentu saya suka.
P: (EWWWWW) Mm.
C: So Rina, macam mana?
P: Saman.
C: Tak payah la macam tu. Sekarang kamu ada berapa duit dengan kamu?
P: RM3o atau RM40.
C: Settle cukup la. RM300 tu mahal untuk bayar.
P: Tak pe la, saman je.
C: Tak payah saman la. Nak bagi berapa?
P: (I'd already wasted over ten minutes on this rubbish, and was terrified out of my wits at this point. So I caved in la.) RM10.
C: Mana boleh macam tu.
P: RM20.
C: Kalau saya seseorang bolehlah. Tapi kawan saya pun kena minum kopi (indicates four other policemen pulling over unsuspecting drivers grrrrr.)
P: -.-" RM30. Saya tak de duit lagi.
C: OK. Macam ni. Sekarang saya bagi you balik you punya lesen, you lipat duit letak kat bawah lesen then pass balik pada saya.
P: *lifts up wallet to take out money*
C: Eh turun sikit la. Tak boleh kasih orang nampak.
P: -.-" *does what he instructed and hands him the money*
C: OK Rina, terima kasih ya. Kamu Kristian ke?
P: Yes.
C: Saya pun, pergi gereja kat KL. Kamu?
P: PJ. (I wanted to yell "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. Right after you BUG me for a bribe, you tell me you're a Christian?! -.-")
C: Blahblahblah selamat jalan. Untuk orang India kamu cantik ya.
P: -________-"

MORON. Bad enough he ignores my insistence for summon and bugs me and bugs me and BUGS me into giving him coffee money, and not just for him but for his stupid friends too, he then has the gall to hit on me in a very creepy leery way.

I feel so violated man.

The whole time I was driving over to Saf's house my hands were shaking like a leaf. Idiotic moron.

Becca said i should have refused the bribe and asked the guy for his full name and badge number immediately. Sigh. If only I'd thought of that earlier. She also said I should have used the power of the press to get me out of this mess, but I doubt police will find a features writer very threatening.

Arrrrgh moron. So angry OK. What a waste of RM30. Could have filled a shoebox with that (story for another night). But OK la, Becca also told me I got away with paying a surprisingly low fine. Apparently most people have to fork out about RM50. Waste of money, waste of time. Stupid law enforcement crap.

xoxo

Sprinkles

2009-10-28T21:03:00.001+08:00

Mr Gan says:
"You're the only song I want to hear, a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere"
This is on naseem's Facebook page.
Woo lets decipher it.. I cannot think of a clean way to do that!

Mr Gan says:
One day when I'm out with u and naseem i will bring it up
Hahaha a melody softly soaring through her atmosphere.. HAHHahaHA

<3

Manly Woes

2009-10-28T01:02:00.002+08:00

Facebook seems to be my sole reason of existence these days, albeit the fact that assignments are piling up and I feel like I should barely have a minute to catch my breath in between the thousand things I should be doing. But nope, here I am refreshing my Facebook homepage every five minutes to see if there were any updates I might have missed.

Hello, no life.

*****

Guess guess who's being more sociable these days? Stayed back after class to have a drink with Mas and her friend, who is as kickass kinky as I like em (it's a she, people, a she).

Oh, and by the way, this newfound reluctance to be sociable is apparently not a symptom of some terrible tropical disease.

"People don't bother making friends in degree, you just come to class and go home. In diploma, you have social obligations. Plus you need to move in a pack, otherwise you won't figure out how things work."

Yay, I like my new friend already :D

So anyway, over tea and a two-hour conversation, we covered a lot of college gossip and pondered all sorts of random thoughts, from the meaning of life (not) to student-teacher relationships (we spent an hour on this).

Hypothetically speaking *ahem*, say you felt uncomfortable with the way a student was interacting with a lecturer. It's not so much the lecturer making inappropriate advances towards the student, nope, nuh-uh. What if a female student was rather forward - and about as subtle as a piano falling onto someone's head - about her apparent attraction to a lecturer?

"It's like she's sexually harassing him. I felt violated on his behalf."

Hahaha.

But seriously, how many ways can you say "ICK"?! Mas and I agreed that lecturers are collectively stereotyped to have "married" and "old" stamped across their foreheads. Even though some of them are only a few years older than I am, I can't imagine getting all tingly looking at a lecturer. Like, yuck. No offense.

Solution:
a) Don't date a lecturer, lest you be threatened with nightmares of the sexual advances those young female students with perky barely-covered assets might be making unto your poor, unsuspecting man.
b) Always, always date a guy less hot than you are. That way, he's grateful someone as good-looking as you is willing to give him the time of day.
c) Don't date, at all. Men get weird as they get older (apparently).

*****

P: I want a man, not a boy.

M: Oi leave the men to the women.

P: Can't we share? Plenty to spare.

M: Spoken like an attached woman.

*****

"Men are easy, they want what they can't have. The forbidden fruit."

<3

2009-10-27T14:05:00.002+08:00

I have a skip, a bounce, a dance in my step and it's all thanks to you.

Today's deliciously gloomy, I feel like skipping class and sitting in a park somewhere with a book. But ish, we can't have letters coming to the house, can we. Sigh.

On the other hand, broadcasting class is pretty fun, the lecturer's awesomely laidback.

*****

Guess who's been drinking chocolate milkshakes for breakfast these past few days. It's healthy (milk), it makes you happy (chocolates release endorphins)... what more could you ask for?

*****

I think I'm getting carpal tunnel from the amount of time I spend transcribing stupid interviews for work and college. I knew life goes downhill (medically, at least) from the time you turn 21 but I didn't expect it to start this early on!

*****

Methinks me has been spending waaaaaaaaay too much credit lately on overseas calls. Can you say expensive? If only I wasn't so tech-retarded, Skype might be fun.

*****

New goal in life: to eat one serving of vegetables a day. Note I didn't define how much (or how little) one serving is. But prevention (however late in life you start) is better than cure and all that yada yada nonsense.

*****

Three more weeks, Petrina, three more weeks. Hold on and breathe for THREE MORE WEEKS and then college is over with and we can spend hours skipping around town without a care in the world.

OK maybe not so much.

Decided I need to start learning how to cook, about time I became a little more domesticated.

Pffffffffffft yeah right.

*****

I cannotcannotcannot wait to watch The Time Traveler's Wife. Heard the book is even better than the movie

Rant

2009-10-17T23:58:00.003+08:00

You know how some people float through life doing nothing but complain?

And the few times they actually do a little work and *gasp* get their hands dirty, they expect the ground they walk on to be worshiped?

Yeah. I'd like to stab people like that with a very sharp pencil.

*****

Assignments are doing my head in. Thank God for the rays of sunshine in my life.

migraine

2009-10-11T23:14:00.002+08:00

Chocolate Lounge has TO DIE FOR chocolate frappas.

But owwww to the headache you get after drinking (gulping/ inhaling) too much chocolate too fast!

But oh, worth every cent of the mere RM13 I paid for that chocolate orgasm in a plastic cup.

*****

Had a FANTASTIC interview today with a local singer, and you know how rarely I say something complimentary about interviews.

But oh, when they're good, they're really good.

*****

Headache headache headache ow ow ow.

Feels like bananas in pajamas are playing tamborines in my poor head.

*****

Looking forward to class tomorrow, I absolutely love my writing class with this awesome lecturer Mr Azmyl. I love people who love words, but keep it simple. I don't do words more than three syllables long man, that's a sentence in itself.

*****

There's a fantastic Hindi movie out, starring Rani Mukherjee. It's supposed to be the Hindi version of She's The Man, heard nothing but good reviews so far.

Anyone up for a movie?

*****

Reena wants to sell vindaloo (is that how you spell it) outside Pompy's and my college.

I'm all for supporting my family in their business ventures, but if she starts handing out packets of spicy meat to my friends, I'm pretending I don't know her.

*****

I'm starting to like challenges again. It's as if I were sleepwalking through life these past few months, and the sun is starting to peek out of the clouds again.

Hello, life, it's good to see you again.

*****

Stop and smell the flowers, people.

*****

If only I didn't have a MAJOR Media Law assignment due soon, my life would be perfect. But no no we must be positive about dry dull mind-numbing things like copyright laws.

If you pretend to like something long and hard enough, you might actually start to like it (or believe you sincerely, truly do like it). It's like: tell people something often enough and they start to believe it.

Learnt that in some random psychology class.

Will let you know if that's true!

Starting now: Hmm, I cant wait to get started on that assignment! Copyright laws! Three cheers and a yipee!

*****

Could you sense the fake enthusiasm?

*****

OK ow, the pounding beat in my head is picking up its pace. It's like a tribal dance going on in there now, complete with naked men, war paint smeared across their cheeks, rattling chains of skulls while chanting "oooga ooga oooga" in my brain.

Later, people.

<3

Friday Fever!

2009-10-09T22:54:00.002+08:00

So today I went to college at 9am.

Yup. On a Friday. A day I don't have any classes, and should instead be running around with my friends or something without a care in the world.

Anyway, was supposed to hand in my InDesign assignment. No big deal right?

Wrong.

Yesterday Mr Phua happened to walk behind me while I was working on my newspaper layout and he laughed, "Petrina, your newspaper looks like tombstones."

To which, naturally, I asked "But why, sir?!"

Mr Phua: It's like a graveyard. Rows and rows of tombstones.

:(

So guess who spent the whole day (yes the WHOLE of my free Friday!) redoing the stupid thing from scratch.

Though I don't blame the guy. I saw my classmates' newspaper and fuhlemak, mine looked like a child's attempt at playing journalist.

*****

On the bright side, it rained all day!

Helloooooooo my kinda weather! May you continue this way for the next couple of months!

*****

GUESS WHAT CAME IN THE MAIL TODAY!

The ten Sweet Valley books I bought secondhand from some random person online :D

Happy happy joy joy.

Yeah la, I know I should have outgrown the series by now, been reading it for the last ten years (literally).

But whack OK, I grew up on this stuff.

This is cool yo.

*****

Went to Pyramid with Maslin after we were done with our work. The woman spent half the time trying to talk like the Kardashians.

....I don't understand old people.

Haha not that she's all that old la, she's about six years older than I am. But you'd think there were a couple of decades separating us.

Every once in awhile she'd look at me and say something like "When you were born, I'd just started schooling" or "You and your friends talk about the latest movies and fashions. My friends and I talk about marriage and child-rearing."

O.o

But she's one of the easiest people on earth to chill out with, so we whack :D

*****

This was a rubbish update. I feel sorry for all you people (all five of you) who read this uninformative, unimaginative, boring post.

<3

Owls Go WootWoot

2009-10-07T23:40:00.003+08:00

Went for this work event in Bukit Bintang today and omg I hate, I despite, I loathe the networking part of being involved in the media.

Gah.

I hate feeling pressured to talk to people, I always end up sitting in a corner and fiddling with my phone. Which explains why I only have eight friends in college eight months into my degree (hey, that's like a friend a month!).

And these "media mingling" things are mind-numbingly dull at times. Mostly coz I sit alone in a corner. By myself. Like this sad loner.

Oh, but the rare times i talk to people, some of them have proved to be pretty interesting.

Like today kan, I met this woman who was telling me about her experiences with nightmare female bosses. Apparently all these old female editors are threatened by PYT (pretty young things) who can write, and they go out of their way to sneakily sabotage your work and destroy every shred of confidence you have.

... O.o

Thank God I'm fat and ugly. So unthreatening ok. See, old grouchy editors? You have nothing to be afraid of or whatever.

Lucky me, the people I work with are nice, sane and stable. So far.

Oh, oh and apparently a quarter of male sports writers are leery, lecherous old men who, in contrast to female editors, love PYT.

Disclaimer: The blogger shall not be held responsible for the above statements. They are not her views, but someone else's behind-the-scenes account of the wonderful world of journalism.

*****

I wonder what it's like to have an opinion.

I seem to have forgotten.

*****

EH BUGGER TAU TAK!

I thought I'd be all hardworking today, so sat down in the Media Hub to do my InDesign (rubbishrubbishrubbishcomputerrubbish) assignment.

Guess who went and did the first half of her assignment in CS4, which can't be opened in CS2 -.-"

Since there were no Macs with CS4 available, I decided to redo the assignment in CS2.

An hour later:
Was actually making progress when... jeng jeng jeeeeng... all of a sudden, my computer goes blank. Naturally.

Guess who didn't save her work -.-"

SO MEMAHAIFYING OK!

Had to redo the whole thing! Again! Angry angry.

*****

So I threw my hands up,
They're playing my song,
The butterflies fly away,
Nodding my head like yeah,
Moving my hips like yeah.

Yesyes I like Miley Cyrus, whateverrrrr.

*****

OH! Didja watch Camp Rock? Didja didja? If you be cool, you must have!

I was SO into the whole "Whatever, major loser" thing they had going on. I used to say it (hand gestures and all) every five minutes to every random person I met, and Pompy kept telling me it was uncool and I should stop doing it (pfffft she picked it up soon after).

AND THEN RIGHT, I saw the most uncool person in the history of the universe do it.

....How can like that! Sigh. It's lost its appeal now.

Fun-sucker.

*****

Coz I had ten thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they try to teach me how to dance

- Fireflies, Owl City -

Make me laugh, make me smile, make me want to raise a sword and yell "TO NARNIA!".

I am loving Owl City.

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Tuesday's Trouble

2009-10-07T02:35:00.002+08:00

I always thought a relationship was the meeting of two souls who, naturally and with a little bit of work and magic, connect on a higher level. There's no criteria or a checklist you mark to know you're in love; it's just... a whole lotta little things.

And no, not superficial things like "Omg, I love his smile" or "Wow, look at that sexy piece of ass" (though Joel has a really nice one. Not that you needed to know that :p).

It's more than that. It's wanting the same things, or compromising till the things you agree you want together are things you can both live with. Like say he wants to give your future kids Tamil names, but you can't imagine running after your child yelling "Rava Thosai anak lelaki Appam!" So then you compromise and call the kid Ravin Thomas Appam instead.

It's getting annoyed, angry, frustrated, or upset with each other, but working your way up, building yourselves back together. Like say I throw the LOTR box set he gave me at him for... I dunno... getting it on with some Latina stripper. And we talk about it and laugh about it (OK, maybe not that forgiving) and just... move on.

It's a whole lotta blah blah psychobabble crap that Oprah would preach to you about, but at the end of the day it always, always comes back to one thing, at least for me.

We want each other. We need each other. We don't complete the other, because I think everyone is (or should be) complete in themselves. But we... bring out the best in each other.

That's how I always figured out where we stood.

Sigh.

*****

I'm too tired to sleep. I didn't know that was possible.

*****

I wonder who came up with the term "pigs in a blanket".

And I wonder who was the first idiot who, when asked "Would you like to try a pig in a blanket" responded "Yes, please."

*****

My handbag, this absolutely delicious black masterpiece, is now more of a Black Hole of Junk than a fashion accessory/ female necessity.

It's got chocolate wrappers, crumpled paper, random tickets, bits of string (don't ask), three or four lip glosses, and loose change all mixed up in one tangled mess inside it.

I'm amazed I manage to find my car keys/ house keys/ parking tickets/ handphone nine times out of ten.

In the other one-out-of-ten-times, you'd find me sitting pavement/ sitting by the roadside/ standing in a corner with all my files and books at my feet, while I dig through the bag like a rescue worker at the scene of an earthquake.

*****

Find that groove, Pet, find your groove.

*****

I've listened to Vanilla Twilight so often that it's melody plays in the background of my daydreams.

*****

"It's like you've stabbed someone with a knife, and keep plunging it in. No, it's like you've stabbed someone and are trying to dress up the wound instead of pulling it out."

"But I never meant to do that! I was just trying to save that person from a lot of pain in my own way."

Well, your way sucks.

*****

Like glass, shattered.

Like snow, melted.

Like water, evaporated.

Like everything that once proudly stood firm, gone. Forever.

*****

"We wasted all our free time alone."

*****

I can't sleep, I'm haunted by my own demons. And the only one who can do a little exorcising is me.

If only I could just make up my mind.

If only people didn't hurt.

If only, if only, if only.

*****

Lester calls Ramadhan bazaars "pasar puasa".

Fasting market!

*Laughs herself silly*

<3

It's a World of Hope

2009-10-06T18:32:00.003+08:00

Passed up two assignments, late. Another three to go, by Thursday. Where oh where does time fly to?

I can sense the disappointment, the disapproval. But I promise, I'm picking up the pieces. It will never happen again! *fingers crossed*

Pffffffft right.

*****

Guess who got lucky today :p

No, not in that way you horny misguided people.

A little shower of unexpected magic dust thrown my way. Be grateful for small mercies yo.

*****

Something's gotta change, something's gotta give,
I've had so many moments, yet I feel I have not lived,
It's a world of hope, a world of magic waiting there,
So close I could taste it, anticipating my share.

*****

We're drenched in Vanilla Twilight.

As many times as I blink, I'll think of you tonight.

*****

The Time Traveler's Wife looks amazing, I cannot wait to watch it! Rachel McAdams and Eric Bana appear to have fantastic chemistry, it looks so promising!

Hello hottie.

Eric Bana, I mean.

*****

I feel like Starbucks' Java Chip, OTWC's Enriched Chocolate, Neslo ice, anything cold with chocolate in it.

*****

Rain, please rain tonight.

xoxo

Procrastinating.

2009-10-05T18:26:00.006+08:00

Happiness is a state of mind.

Coconuts on a rampage.

"Coz I get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs as they teach me how to dance."

"I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins."

Owl City (thanks Ja!) is my new zone-out beat.

*****

Positivity, oh positivity, why hast thou forsaken me.

*****

I said I wouldn't, but I want to so badly it's killing me.

Choices, choices. Stick with the old or throw caution to the wind and fly in a whole new direction?

Dilemma, dilemma.

*****

I made three new friends in college today! And last week, I made one! I have... let's see... five... no seven.. friends in college now. Ah, the improvement. They're probably surprised I'm not mute, I've been stubbornly silent the past few months.

*****

I've got permission to be kinky too!

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It's Too Early To Be This Depressed

2009-10-03T10:14:00.002+08:00

I just realised the last time I checked this page was August O.o

Not the longest I've ever gone without blogging, but... long enough.

I don't think I've ever been this physically or emotionally tired in my life.

All the things that once seemed so bright and sparkly - journalism, work, college, friends, movies, food - now just feel dull and grey. Like all the joy has been sucked out of them, and all that's left is an empty shell of what used to be.

I'm too young to be tired of life, no?

I want more. I so badly want more that I could cry from just needing to see, to know that things will pick up, that life gets better than this. That there is more out there.

I've never exactly been the Little Miss Overachiever type. As long as I knew I'd given it my personal best, I was satisfied.

But my degree... I feel like I'm throwing away this opportunity. I love studying, I honestly do. But I just can't seem to find my mojo. I'm struggling to pay attention in class, classes that I could learn so much from. Even my lecturers are starting to notice that I'm off.

This is rubbish. I hate this self-pity drivel, it's bloody annoying and irritatingly whiny.

*****

I've been spending all my free time eating chocolates and shopping for random, useless and occasionally pretty things online.

So on top of being depressed, I'm fat and broke too.

*****

Butbutbut I'm the owner of pretty tops that Pompy says make me look like a 60s hippy!

I don't care. I'm living on this materialistic high.

Superficial, but I'll take what I can get.

*****

I want aimless drives around KL at night, watching the lights twinkle as I lie back and nibble on chocolates, comfortable in your silence.

*****

I finally learnt how to download MSN messenger. BY MYSELF OK. Damn banggafying. There's hope for the tech retard after all!

*****

I miss what used to be. Not just mom, but Ja and Marie and our food sprees around college as we ogled hot young boys, and vodka-chokichoki afternoons with Nut, and jogs with Becca, and Ikea with Lester, and Taman Jaya with Dinesh, and chatting with Nigel, and laughing at (and sometimes with) Puiks, and trying out new food with Saf, and craning my neck waaay waaaay high to see Sowmya and....

And 10am chats with Ja about how whiny and irritating we are when we complain like this.

Sigh.

I want to run naked in the rain with my Mexica toyboy, Petola.

<3

Dilemma Dilemma

2009-08-20T00:30:00.002+08:00

I'm so tired I'm seeing double.

Which is kinda difficult when you wanna type things out on a keyboard. All these little buttons are so small.

Went to Bar Celona with the Taiping girls and friends and wheeeee I am happy. Had a glass (yes, one glass, I did the responsible driver thing) of vodka that went straight to my head, but oh the joy it brought me.

And OMG la, this old fat man came with his equally old fat friend and tried hitting on Racist, who pretended she was temporarily blind and deaf. So he decided that the best way to hit on hot girl is to make friends with her ugly friend - me -.-"

Stupid moron.

As if I wanna shake your possibly H1N1-infected hand just so you can ask me if Racist wants to fall at your flabby feet. Pergi la kau.

*****

Pompy is threatening to make me watch Shaun the Sheep.

Death is preferable.

*****

I want more than what I have, but I don't want the other available alternative.

*****

About a month ago, Puiks and Dinesh and I went for the durian buffet at SS2.

Just before we started, Puiks got a message on her phone from a friend who said she was really upset about something and needed to talk.

Guess who told her she was busy and coudn't talk?

Haha I can't believe the woman chose durians over her friend in need! Dinesh and I kept teasing her, telling her if her friend jumped off a building, it would be all her fault.

Good to know our friends have got their priorities right.

xoxo

Pffffft Nonsense

2009-08-15T13:15:00.003+08:00

The Bro Code
It's like a universal male sisterhood. This whole bro's over ho's belief preaches protecting your fellow male brothers from their female superiors, even when the men in question are so clearly wrong.

The other week, I went to watch a movie with a male friend. We had just finished picking out our seats when I handed the ticketing guy RM20 to cover both our tickets. This was more than fair, as my friend had paid for lunch, and I feel uncomfortable if people pay my way without letting me reciprocate once in awhile.

The ticketing guy had just accepted my money when all my friend said was "I'm a guy la bro, I should pay."

You will not believe what happened next.

The guy behind the counter gave me back my money. As in, pushed it back towards me. And no matter how much I protested, using every argument from he was already holding my money in hand to TGV was practicing sexism, he refused to take my money!

The whole time I'm arguing, my friend is slowly pulling out his wallet and counting out the cash necessary.

Again, I already had the money ready!

I was arguing pretty loudly, and all the other cashiers were looking at us with expressions ranging from amusement to worry.

And the guy behind the counter just kept smiling at me, saying "He's a guy la, cannot la. He's a bro."

My friend and the ticketing guy had completed their transaction, treating my disbelief with condescending amusement, when my friend turned to me and said "It's the bro code la Petrina," and walked away.

-.-"

xoxo

Me and My Mug

2009-08-13T01:40:00.002+08:00

A friend and I were having a random conversation about weird stuff we do when I happened to mention my attachment with my mug. We got into a bit of an argument, him insisting I was being utterly ridiculous for creating an imaginary bond with an inanimate object.

Some people just don't understand the depth of my bond with my mug.

A: It's a mug.

P: Yup.

A: I can't wait to get my hands on it. I'll smash it to bits.

P: ...Why would you do something like that?!

A: No, on the other hand, I think I'll just mess with your mind. I'll hold it hostage and take photos of it to torture you. I'll give it to a beggar to use for begging. Or I'll take it around with me, and send you photos of the mug and I with Big Ben.

P: You wouldn't do that. I can't drink from any other mug. I'll have to be hospitalised for dehydration.

A: What rubbish.

P: No seriously, you don't understand, no one is even allowed to touch it.

A: What if someone drinks from it?

P: I'd kill them. No, seriously.

A: What if you were married and your husband wanted to drink from it?

P: I so wouldn't let him, are you kidding me?

A: What if he gets frustrated by your silly obsession with the mug and destroys it?

P: NO! I'll make him swear in the wedding vows to honor and respect my mug! I'll divorce him if he hurts it!

A: ...You'd divorce your husband because he broke your mug?!!

P: YES.

*silence*

P: I'll take everything away from him. I'll sue him for breach of wedding vows and causing mental and emotional trauma. I'd take the house and the car and all the money. And the kids. I'll get full custody over the kids and not allow him visiting rights

A: You'd deprive him of his kids over a mug?!

P: I'll replace him with another mug. In fact, I'll buy a new mug, and make my kids call it Daddy.

A: ...WHAT?!

=D

xoxo

Monday Reds

2009-08-10T15:35:00.002+08:00

"Writing features is like poetry without the big words."

And THAT is why I am rocking this class out :D

Hello, Advanced News Writing. You are going to be my light this semester.

Especially since the course title is a lie: there's no news writing involved, it's ALL features! Cue giant smiley faces and lollipops and rainbows.

*****

Made my day: Becca called me and asked "Can I buy you dinner?"

Haha I likee that line. I always knew that woman had a thing for me.

Highlight of my day: A very very sweet post Joel wrote on my Facebook wall

Noise of the day: Pompy going "Petchena akkaaaaa! I shiiiiiiick Petchena akka! Petchena akka come sit with me! Petchena akka, bring me water! Petchena akka, Petchena akka, Petchena akka!"

-.-"

Lunatics, the whole bunch of them.

Hello Joel, voice of reason in all this chaos <3

xoxo

Googoo gaga

2009-08-08T13:53:00.003+08:00

Went over to visit Joshua Ryan and newborn Caleb Jonathan (woohoo I love 'em kids with sexy names, too bad they're my nephews-ish and only about 20 years too young).

Oh my goodness. Caleb is the cutest, tiniest little thing on the planet. He was born with six fingers on each hand! Haha but the doctors cut them off or something (I don't even want to imagine how).

And Joshua - grumpy loner child Joshua - was actually in a good mood last night, which made everything way more fun!

The minute my family and I walked in with Keith and Gordon, Joshua ran towards us. He took one look at Gordon, pointed imperiously at him and said "Nana!" in a firm voice that brooked no argument.

The little fella thought Gordon looked like his grandmother! I don't blame him really, what with Gordon's long wavy hair but still!

Haha and the more we laughed, the more Joshua kept hopping up and down pointing at Gordon going "Nana nana nana nana nana nana!"

Maybe now he'll go get that haircut everyone's been bugging him to get :p

Then he realised Gordon and Keith were wearing socks in the house. At which point he sat right in front of their feet and went "Take off socks. Take off socks. Socks. Socks. Take off socks."

That's one repititive child.

But it's so cute when he calls me Aunty Trina! Cue warm and mushy stuff.

Ohoh, and you should see Ricky and Joshua's father-son routine. The weird cousin of mine taught Josh how to punch knuckles, headbutt and bodyslam. Haha damn cool wei.

Love love little nephews, can't wait to spoil them to bits when they're a little older and a little less breakable/ mischievous/ loud.

Later :)

Bits and Pieces

2009-08-05T00:37:00.002+08:00

"Oh my God! Why are you naked?"
"I don't understand! Why are you wet!"

Hahaha if you haven't already caught The Proposal, starring Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock, Go. Do. It. Now.

It's an old storyline, but has an oh so funny script. I laughed till I cried. And so did everyone else I know who watched it!

Eight over ten for entertainment.

*****

Caleb Jonathan (I thought it was Jayden, but whack) Pereira was born today, the same day as Nonya's 60th birthday.

HI CALEB! I HAVEN'T MET YOU BUT I LOVE YOU ALREADY!

There is just so much life in my family, it's impossible to anything less than grateful.

*****

Went for my first Broadcasting class today. It's a little weird to be back in college after bumming around for so long, but I think I'm going to enjoy this semester. Classes won't be the drag I found them to be last semester, I won't let that happen again.

Plus plus my classmates seem fun!

We were supposed to introduce ourselves to the class, and say something unique about ourselves. Shaz talked about how she likes to challenge herself, how she got her diving license and took dance classes and stuff. Others mentioned stuff like their extensive traveling, competitive Latin dances and passion for futsal.

I told people I'm clumsy :D

Since I can't cure it, I might as well accept it and enjoy it.

*****

I cannot wait to travel.

*****

I am moving to London, at least for a few years.

Seriously.

I'm so sick of the sun and this ridiculous humidity, it ain't funny anymore.

*****

GI JOE PEOPLE! I cannot wait. Helloooooooo Channing Tatum! Washboard abs, chiseled face, SEXY ASS. That's one gorgeous piece of.. *ahem*

Sigh.

I'm lovin' it, parapapapaaaaaaa

xoxo

6am and I'm Still Awake

2009-08-03T06:00:00.002+08:00

Isn't it ironic how the nicest letter I've ever received was written by someone whom I don't talk to anymore?

That... sucks.

But then again, that was a different life, a different person. An old person. An old me.

And this time around... I'm not making the same mistakes. No way.

*****

Classes start tomorrow! *Ahem*

Haha inside joke, people, inside joke.

It sucks: I have FULL day of class on Thursdays.

It rocks: I have NO classes on Friday.

IF I read the timetable right la.

It's been known to happen ;)

*****

I miss her so much.

My favorite memory will always be those crazy nights we had, plopped down on Aunty Eileen's couch, a glass of vodka and lime in hand and Mama Mia playing on the TV. The shrieks of laughter, leaning my head against her knee, making fun of those terrible translations into BM. I cherish them so much. Even though it hurts like crazy to think about those times, I'm so glad we had them.

The first movie we sneaked away by ourselves to watch :p Haha Pride and Prejudice.. I remember whispering to her how the movie had closely followed the book, and how stunning Kiera Knightley was.

There are weeks where I am perfectly fine, and days like these when I just... miss her so much.

But life begins and life ends, and every end is a new beginning. Death isn't as dark and scary as it once seemed; we've lived through it and came out OK. Not smiling, because I don't think I'll ever smile that same way again. But we still laugh and cheer at good times, and we still keep up the traditions we've always had.

She made home a home.

But I'm already dreading Christmas. The small things, like the smells from the kitchen and just... that Christmassy feeling in the air. Because she made Christmas Christmas.

*****

The only good thing that came out of losing her was finding out who my true friends are. Those who called and cared and were just... there. There were a few who I thought I could count on, but they were never around. And there were those who I never expected such help from, but they were there like shining beacons.

And my cousins... I don't know what I would have done without them. I swear, I've never appreciated my family as much as I've done these past few months. They were the invisible threads holding Pompy and I up half the time that first awful month.

You simply cannot underestimate the power of family.

Gah, depressing post. But being awake at this hour, after spending hours trying to write to a deadline, makes me depressed.

*****

Sowmya: I'd like a coconut water please.

Waiter: Ok

Sowmya: Wait, is it an actual coconut?

Cue ROFLs and tears of laughter. What on earth is an actual coconut, as opposed to a fake one?! Turns out the woman meant to ask if the drink came in a coconut husk, but spoke the words faster than she could think them.

She thinks the waiter understood what she meant.

I think he just nods to everything people ask. PJ has a lot of crazy customers.

Oh, and then she walked into my car :D which made me really happy (sorry, babes!) because Dinesh is forever going on about how I'm the most clumsy person he knows.

He obviously hasn't met Saf, who tried to get on a bus and ended up falling (in a sitting down position) in a puddle.

Then again, there's that time I walked into a glass window at Pyramid...

Haha what can I say, we're all equally as bad.

Lovelove

I'm on the Top of the World

2009-07-30T11:50:00.004+08:00

Yay: PTPTN approved my loan.
Boo: They couldn't find my account, and therefore couldn't bank in my money -.-"

Yay: I've been going out lots with people!
Boo: Going out = eating = fat Pet

Yay: Most relaxing holiday ever, with lotsa reading, TV-watching, and friends time
Boo: It ends on Sunday!

*****

Pompy is so madly in love, she's singing in the shower again. Off-tune and rather loudly, but whatever makes her happy. Haha so cute to see the little munchkin all grown up :p Wonder what Mom would have had to say about the whole thing.

Plus plus I like the guy! He buys me chocolate and likes Mopsy, and you can't really ask for more than that.

*****

I'm this much closer to buying my audio recorder! Yay to the day I look more like other journalists, coolly switching on the recorder and sitting back to listen, instead of scribbling madly, all frazzled and frustrated, trying to catch everything whoever's saying.

*****

College starts on Monday. I don't know whether to be excited or reluctant about going back. Results last semester were terrible, but whack, it's a new playing field this year. Blah, I've got Broadcasting and some dumbass computer subject, but we shall persevere! I will survive and all that jazz.

*****

I am wanting a mini road trip before college starts, but don't know if I have time :(

Goodbye Malacca dreams and Taiping fantasies. Please wait for me, I'll be there by the end of the year!

*****

Yay to the giant ear-to-ear smile stretching across my face. I love and I am so in love, and the two have become one in this bright and colorful world of candy hearts and glittery sparkles.

xoxo

Huh?

2009-07-24T14:01:00.003+08:00

Things I Don't Understand in Life:

Insects
Physics
Cars
Fashion trends
MySpace
Heavy metal
Gladiator shoes
Cancer
Medicine
Documentaries
Cricket
Uniforms
Threading
Anime
Century eggs
Pompy
Racism
Lighters
Smoking
Pink
Weighing scales
Saudi Arabia

xoxo

One of Those Days

2009-07-23T01:05:00.002+08:00

Maggie Q really is God's gift to the Orient.

Helloooo, hottie.

That face, those curves, those legs.

Oh. My. God.

And the fact that she absolutely, positively refuses to die in Die Hard 4 just.. makes her seem a whole lot hotter for some weird reason.

*****

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was the best movie of the lot so far! The plot was kinda different from the book, but that just made it all the more interesting; you never really knew what to expect. And the chemistry between Ron, Hermione and Harry is stronger than ever; when you compare this to their squeaky awkward acting in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone... wow.

Watch it for: Harry and Ron's hilarious love lives

Leave it because: They left out most of the action and wizard duels.

But it was still good nevertheless. 7.5 over 10 for entertainment! And the effects are supercool.

Wheeeee Harry Potter, I'm coming back for more.

*****

I want to do something interesting with my life. But I'm Chicken Little scared of the sky falling down on my head.

*****

Aiyoh, enough people (of the male variety) have been telling me I'm fat -.-"

A year ago, I would have died of horror, but right now... I couldn't really care.

YAY to Pet for setting out on the path of self-acceptance!

Butbut the day my tummy gets bigger than my boobs.. OK yes, then we shall have to take drastic measures. Till then, I live to eat.

*****

I've been spending so much time with different friends, and I'm loving every moment of it. Too bad hanging out with people equals spending money. Two weeks ago I was rolling in dough, and now I'm right back where I was a month ago: broke.

Gah.

Aiyoh, my friends are facing so many difficult situations, and I don't know how to help any of them out.

Thank God my life has been relatively drama-free for the last couple of years. I get enough of a rollercoaster of emotions living vicariously through other people's lives.

*****

Sight that made my day: Pompy wiggling her butt in a tiny pair of shorts, yelling at the fan and singing "I'm too sexy for your touch, I'm feisty!"

Sound that made my day: Joel singing and laughing on a long-distance phone call.

xoxo

ARGH

2009-07-22T19:29:00.003+08:00

I cannot, I CANNOT believe I got a Pass and a Credit for Journalism Ethics and a Media paper respectively. This is bloody ridiculous. I should have sailed through those papers with no problems!

Well, OK the media paper was unbelievably difficult, and I'm pretty OK with a credit. But a PASS?? For JOURNALISM?! Are you freakin kidding me?!

I know I was having a LOT of trouble focusing at the beginning of the semester, and I know I was torn between deferring and just sticking it out till the end of the semester. But I never thought I'd be this bad.

I wish I could do it all over again. Retake the subjects and do it better.

But argh, that would be a waste of time.

Screw it la. I'm gonna work my butt off next semester. I can never make up for these grades, but maybe there's some way I could salvage my final grade at the end of my course.

Blah.

I need ice-cream and chocolates and a good book.

And silence for the rest of the day, without Pompy dancing around the hall waving a ladle and singing (yelling) "It's the time to disco!" and "Somebody call 911 rava thosai burning on the frying paaaaaaan."

Boom Boom POW

2009-07-21T00:59:00.002+08:00

Saddest part of the day: Waiting for Joel, who I think is asleep, to call me back. Sigh. I miss.

Happiest part of the day: Playing weird games with the gang around Zu's hospital bed

Worst part of the day: Spending half an hour trying to call Kare from MLTR for a phone interview, but not being able to get through.

Best part of the day: Dinesh saying he's not shallow, and everyone in the room bursting into laughter.

xoxo

Heaven

2009-07-19T02:29:00.003+08:00

"I can go around the world in less than two minutes. All I have to do is walk around you. Because you're my world."

<3

Heaven-sent, he is.

Made in heaven, we were.

Corny, I am.

Haha.

But I'm loving every minute of it. I'm loving every minute of him.

*****

Viva la Viva!

2009-07-16T00:29:00.004+08:00

Greetings earthlings!

You're now reading the blog of a legal 21-year old.

Who was fortunate enough to have four or five surprise parties by her nearest and dearest :D I lovelove my friends and family, and you should love them too!

But more on that later :)

*****

Randomly decided to go up to Genting with Les and Naseem the other day. Oh the funness. I think I'm going to make this a weekly day trip till college starts. It's less than RM13 both ways by LRT (to Terminal Putra) and then bus to Genting.

OK, food there is ridiculously expensive, but I figured I could always buy whatever I want here in PJ and take it along over there.

Anyway, Les and Naseem provided endless entertainment, with Les calling Naseem everything from a skanky slut to things unfit to be printed here. And, at one point, he said something aobut how Naseem likes to have sex all the time. Unfortunately he didn't bother to keep his voice down; the guy behind us on the escalator heard and shot poor Naseem this extremely disgusted look (he's probably just jealous, but whatever).

Haha kesian her la. As she said, "It's all your fault la, Lester! I have no reputation left in PJ now Genting also you do this!"

We didn't really do anything much in Genting, just wondered around and ate a whole lot. But the cold crisp air was OMG invigorating can die OK. I forced myself to spend every possible minute out of doors just so I could enjoy it - even though I stubbornly refused to wear my jacket, and had to tahan macho to keep my teeth from chattering whenever the wind blew (which is did pretty often, especially in the evening).

Aiyoh, very lazy to tell the whole long story now, busy trying to (start and) finish a few articles due this weekend.

The point of telling you about Genting is to tell you about... jeng jeng jeeeeng.. my phone!

Ok la, so I'm not the smartest person around - I'm often too lazy to charge my phone everyday. I rather just wait till the battery's almost dead, then start lookinig for a place to plug my charger into. Anyway, went to Genting with two bars left on my phone battery, convinced it would die on me before we made it back top PJ.

Butbutbut - TA DA!- it didn't!

Which was nothing short of a miracle, considering how many photos I took and how many random text messages I sent.

Going online with the phone is kinda fun too, especially as I can log onto MSN and chat wherever I am (it has its own Wifi thingy). I made good use of this while stuck in a massive jam on the way to the Shout Awards today :D

The only problem though is that for some unfathomable reason, my phone has recently been going bonkers on me, and I can't log off whenever I go online. Which means I have to switch off the phone and switch it back on every time I'm done chatting/ surfing.

Ooooooh pictures! While I thought the phone's camera was pretty good (2.0 mega pixels), it was honestly nothing great to shout about la. Think my old (stolen! Stolen! Damn ye, thieves and vangabonds) Sony took better photos.

But it wasn't till I was up in Genting that I had time to experiment with my phone's features and then I found out that sometimes, just sometimes, it can take pretty awesome pictures. Awesome meaning clearer than I expected la. But you gotta know how to adjust all that white balance thingamajiggy stuff la.

Oooh, if I had time I'd tell you how hard I laughed over this moth drama Les and Naseem got themselves in, but I have no time :( Later, maybe.

*****

I had an interview today in KL, and decided to park my car in Bangsar and take the LRT from there to avoid getting caught in the after-work rush hour jam later.

Things were going great at first: The NPE towards Bangsar wasn't as jammed as it usually was, and I found a parking spot rather easily (it's more difficult that you'd imagine, usually). But then it all began to go downhill.

I was walking under this balcony after paying my parking fee when whoooooosh!

Some idiot living upstairs decided it was a good time to throw fishy-smelling water out the window - and right onto my head.

-.-"

MY HAAAAAAAIR! -.-"

Then, while continuing to make my way to the station and trying to squeeze out whatever water I could from my hair, I suddenly noticed that a lot of people were smiling at me as I walked past them.

I brushed it aside, thinking Malaysians had gone mad.

It was only twenty minutes later, after I had boarded the LRT, that I realised... my jeans were completely unzipped -.-"

Gah.

Stupid day.

Thank God for Samad's "Whack Only" philosophy. It's like my personal Hakuna Mattatta or however you spell that thing.

Ish.

Haha.

Later.

Window Shopping Rocks my Socks

2009-07-08T18:27:00.002+08:00

Did you hear that? Did you hear that? No? That was the sound of my heart breaking :(

Went window shopping with my muhibbah aunties, Ja and Marie, today and oh, the paaaain. Killing me softly with prices, killing me softlyyyyy with price tags, I can't affooooord.

Saw this to-DIE-for toga dress and sorta matching black heels at Pyramid, but together, they came up to RM100 :/ And the sale ends this weekend! HOW LA LIKE THIS! I don't have time to save money!

Plus plus I need to start saving for my audio recorder. Sigh. I wish money grew on trees. Or we still used the barter system. I'd trade my heart for that pair of shoes!

What is this with girls and shopping. I wish I was a boring boy. Then again, they seem to throw away a whole lotta money on weird gadgety things.

Kickass awesome spending time with Ja and Marie again. I feel like a doughnut which had its hole filled, so it's no longer a doughnut but a... err.. non-holey pastry instead. Understand? No?

*****

I've been ODing on chocolates for the past week to the point that I can no longer look at chocolate with lust and longing again. The Daim chocolate tart at Ikea and Lester's chocolate cheesecake were awesome, but that 200g bar of plain chocolate and the EIGHT chocolate eclairs I had today tipped the chocolate quota scales to overdose.

I never, ever want to look at anything chocolate again (I swear this is the first and last time I spout such blasphemy).

Chocolate martinis don't count, by the way. Nope nope, I'd sell my soul for a smooth chocolate martini.

*****

The big two-one looks rather bleak and depressing. Aiyoh, I know everyone's going on about how your 21st birthday is supposed to be this milestone year, but so far... this year has sucked so badly, it's not even funny. I just want to spend some quality time with my family and friends, and I'm good.

The closer the day comes, the more painful this ache in my heart grows. Because Mom would have been more excited than I could ever be, celebrating this 21st birthday.

And I miss miss miss her. Ridiculously much.

*****

The house is... a myriad of colors. I'm cool with most of them, except for the zingy pink paint that now graces the oustide of the upper half of my house.

WHY, I ask you, would anyone paint the outside of their house PINK?

You can spot my house from the junction!

Yeesh.

*****

Aiyoh, still dreaming about my toga dress. Ah, my love, mummy will come back for you, I promise. Just hold on for meeeeeeeeeeeee.

Got a phone interview with some Brit rock band.

Later yo ;)

Rainy Days and My Kinda Days

2009-07-07T17:34:00.002+08:00

After months and months (ok a few days) of dry weather.... YAY it's RAIN!

Kthanksbye.

Haha no la. Stuck in Pompy's room because those fix-it people are currently stumped over how to fix my door. My stupid room door has been wonky for a few years - first it couldn't lock, then it couldn't even shut -.-" The last straw came today, when I found myself stuck in the room for half an hour because the stupid door jammed. HALF AN HOUR of futile attempts at pulling the doorknob, only to finally text Pompy and ask her to call my dad and ask him to kick open my door -.-" Argh.

Pompy's room.. let me tell you about Pompy's room. It's the same bright pink as mine, only because I finally grew out of saying "You copycat! I chose this color first! Go pick another color!". Andand it's littered with empty Vitagen bottles and books. But pfffffft it's waaaaay neater than mine, which honestly looks like the remains of a refugee camp.

I haven't been able to give my hair a decent wash for days, because my bathroom is under renovation, and my extensive collection of hair products can barely fit into my dad's bathroom.

I'm waiting waiting for cash so I can go for a nice relaxing hair wash :D And and I've been dying to get highlights for the past couple of years, but until my cash flow increases, that's on hold.

Supposed to meet my muhibbah aunties today, but Ja (the old lady) was wiped out after a yoga session. EH GUESS WHAT! She did yoga with Deborah Henry! As in Deborah Henry goes to the same gym as Ja! Aku pun nak! If I ever came face-to-face with her, I'd probably stare at her for ten minutes and, in a daze, ask "What's it like to have the face of an angel?"

Hahaha Joel thinks I'm weird, but seriously, she's breathtakingly beautiful. Do I sound like a creepy stalker? I'm so not a creepy stalker. I just think Deborah Henry is like OMG wow can die gorgeous.

*****

Sent Joel off to the airport last Sunday, and for the first time, I found myself in the van with hiss parents. The past couple of times, I'd dragged Amanda along with me while I drove, but the girl was busy with musical rehearsals.

I felt so awkward at first, but Joel's parents are the nicest people on earth! After we said our tearful, passionate goodbyes to Joel (heh no la. It was more of a "Well, you take care" slap-on-the-baack kinda goodbye for me and him. Naaaaah, he hugged me I MANFULLY kept my soppy tears inside OK), we headed baack to the van and I felt this awful dread building up inside me.

I didn't wanna follow them in the van at first coz I was so afraid I would cry after saying bye to Joel :p The first time he left, I wailed like a weepy baby the ENTIRE time ok. Haha so tak macho! His parents must have thought I was a wimpy weakling :/ Butbut tahan macho this time OK.

Ah, my favorite love, you better come back to me in December OK. No, I will not light candles in your memory and stare longingly out the window every night, but you know I'm always ALWAYS thinking about you :D

*****

Ok enough mush! I feel like doing something interesting, but am way too lazy to get started on the three or four articles I owe NST.

Think I'll do a How I Met Your Mother marathon later :D Les gave me two seasons to watch like three months ago, but was always too busy to get around to them.

*****

Two more weeks of holidays before it's back to college! So gotta make these weeks count. I graduate and become a (boring) working woman next July! Gotta live up these last few holidays :D

xoxo

Pots of Green, Bars of Gold

2009-06-30T11:21:00.004+08:00

I found the audio recorder I want!

It's some Sony Pro thingamajiggy.

Only... it costs over RM600 -.-"

How can la like this.

And I did so badly want to buy an iPod at least an MP3 player this year. The last music related gadget I had was a Walkman 3759276 years ago.

Butbut this is more important, kan?

Important enough to be worth RM600? Umm.. that I'm not too sure about.

Ah well.

Keep looking and hoping!

*****

I've only gone and done something I SWORE I'd never do - painted my room in shades of pink! Haha but it's cool pink, a striking pink.

A nauseating pink, in a few weeks.

I mean, how long can you look at pink without feeling.. green?

I miss miss my green walls, but it was time for a change.

*****

I was walking with Joel in Mid Valley yesterday when surprise surprise, the strap of my high heel broke.

This happens with an alarming frequency these days -.-"

What is this la, how to amaze Joel with my feminine grace and elegance when I'm dragging a foot along, torn straps flying in the wind -.-" I have to be the clumsiest oaf in the history of the planet.

I still remember skulking around dodgy stairways in college, trying to glue together my slippers/ shoes/ heels after buying emergency UHU glue from 7E.

Anyway, dragged him to Vincci only to be horrified at the price of shoes there.

WOI! I used to be able to get a decent pair of heels for under RM50 from there. The cheapest decent thing they had cost over RM60 :/

Same thing at Nose. What is this man.

Ended up throwing away RM30 on a flimsy crappy pair of silver sandals.

Gah what a waste of money.

Later

Because I Feel Seven Again

2009-06-29T23:23:00.003+08:00

I wanna put on sneakers, stick my feet out and take a photo.

Because I caaaaaaan.

Do the headbutt, people.

We discovered Mopsy likes acha murukku! Which is this... weird India snacky thing that I refuse to go near. It tastes like flour and oil -.-" Why would anyone voluntarily eat flour and oil? Especially when you can have ladoos or palkova thingies instead.

I like watching McBride.

I like testing out the HTC touch-screen phone.

I like having lots of articles to write.

I like grumbling about how my attempts at putting on nail polish looks like a five-year old's art work.

I like M&Ms soooooooooo much, I've eaten 400g of it in one sitting.

I like the plasma TV.

I like lazing on the sofa with the father and the sister.

But most of all, I like how Joel hugs me and kisses me and lets me headbutt him.

Because I can.

Tom yam rocks Puiks' Hello Kitty crocs.

xoxo

I'm the Girl Your Priest Warned You About

2009-06-29T13:01:00.004+08:00

Pet: Eh, baby, I'm so sorry but I don't think I'll ever marry you.

Joel: Why?

Pet: Coz then my name would be Petrina Jo Paul. "Jo Paul" sounds like a man.

Joel: -.-"

No, but really! Doesn't it sound weird? and my initials would be PJP. That's like.. an inverted JPJ. No thanks.

I should so marry someone with a "Fernandez" surname to keep my own name. Or.. oooooooh one of those D'souza, D' Silva people sound cool. Lopez is out la, Petrina Jo Lopez is like.. Pet J. Lo. Tak nak.

Of course, I'd still be madly in love with Joel and have a lifelong affair with him.

This is how we roll :)

*****

Watched Transformers for the gazzilionth time yesterday (OK, only the third time). I actually dozed off for a couple of minutes in the beginning. Seen it once, seen it a million times la. Butbut once the Autobot twins Skid and Mudflap came on, I was wiiide awake. Critics said they were lame comic relief, butbut I love their idiotic repartee.

Twin One: Ouch! That hurt!

Twin Two: It's supposed to hurt, it's an ass kicking!

Haha gotta love cheap thrills like that. And ooooooooooh the action scenes are ohmyGod wowness. I loveloved it when Optimus single-handedly took on what... three? Decepticons at a time.

Andand you get to see BumbleBee do some asskicking too!

After reading so many crappy reviews on the movie, you start noticing all the gaping holes in the plot. But who cares, giant robots movie is the shiznit.

*****

Nyeh, Joel's leaving on Sunday.

Excuse me for being extra grumpy and cranky this week.

I hate saying goodbye. Again. And again. And again.

*****

I am so in the mood of Happy Hour at Chilli's. Hello, top shelf frozen strawberry margarita thing!

****

My cousins have a mailing list where they email each other nonsense throughout the day (no wonder people call Malayalees unproductive -.-").

Btubut I have to admit, it makes good live entertainment while I'm online.

Until they proposed calling Pompy and I "The Ganush sisters".

Ganush is some freaky charachter from Drag Me to Hell, methinks.

And methinks this is her:

No wonder boys run away when they see me coming :(

Later

Gah

2009-06-28T01:46:00.007+08:00

You put the stars in my sky,
The spark in my fire,
The sparkle in my eyes,
The fat in my spare tyre.

And where does that leave me?

On a big FAT wheeeeeeee!

*****

I'm in the mood for nonsense.

For decadent cupcake boutiques, street bazaars, and chocolate covered strawberries.

The night brings out the devil in me. I speak of sin- of forbidden love, of lust, of sheer unadulterated greed.

I want the darkness, the blackness, the endless possibilities. The glow of lights from faraway street lamps, a warm breeze carrying familiar scents, a car with windows rolled down, and the quiet chirp of crickets in the dark.

I once heard a fantastic quote about the sins of night, but I've forgotten it.

Tonight, life is calling me. It's making me restless. I'm thirsty, so thirsty, for a midnight rendezvous.

I want to slap on black lipstick and fix on my tongue piercing and ride behind you on a motorbike, leather jacket flapping in the wind as we explore the never-ending night.

I want your fingers on my skin, your hands in my hair, your lips at my neck.

I want a shot of tequila, a piece of dark chocolate, a scoop of rum&raisin.

I want sin. In any shape or form.

I want a night to remember.

*****

There has to be more to life than this. Isn't there?

My heart is content but so unsettled, happy but so restless.

There has to be something out there for me.

I want to take a huge risk. Not the kind of risk haunting me, but something... new. I want to explore uncharted territories, immerse myself in new sights and sounds. I want to know, not because I learnt so, but because I know, that the world is... not flat.

Nothing challenges me anymore. I don't mean writing that perfect academic paper kind of challenge; college has been the furthest thought on my mind this year. I've had enough of studying and swotting for awhile.

Don't, please don't, tell me I have the rest of my life to see the world. I know that won't happen.

I want to grab life by the reins now. There is more out there, I know it. I'm so close, I can almost taste it.

But like a wood nymph, it dances out of my reach as I approach.

Bugger it all.

*****

OK, because this is such a depressing post, I have to end on a lame note:

Q: What do you call a blond with two brain cells?
A: Pregnant

~Courtesy of Puiks~

*****

Is it just me, or does Megan Fox remind you of a younger, hotter Angelina Jolie?

Update: I just became a fan of Megan FB and was going through some of her photos.

Some users' comments:

"I can hear the gays converting!"

"If she was my librarian... I would want her to be strict... reow!"

"Mmmm.. I'd do bad bad things to her."

HAHAHAHAHAHA where do these people come from?!!

Because We're Cool Like That

2009-06-27T23:47:00.002+08:00

A week of holidays went by;

I've achieved nothing, but laughed a lot
Wasted time, but enjoyed doing it
Facebooked till sunrise, but brushed off my mail
Read till midnight, but learnt nothing
Brushed my hair, but messed up my room
Went on dates, but ignored phone calls
Dressed to the nines, but stayed at home
Did my nails, but... I forgot to let them dry before I went around touching things.

Hello chipped, messy nail polish that I bought for a bargain.

I feel random and restless. Don't you love the way the "r" rolls off your tongue?

I miss the boyfriend ridiculously much; ridiculously, because he lives only ten minutes away. Ridiculously, because we're on the same continent right now. Ridiculously, because I was with him only 24 hours ago.

I am dreading the 5th. Airport farewells are hearrrtbrrreaking.

But I refuse to think about that right now.

I want to drink and dance and laugh and hug and kiss and kiss and kiss.

I want to savor every precious moment, because in a week, they will be nothing but sweet memories that will pull us through the next five months.

Long distance relationships are so the blah. But he is so the worth it.

*****

The house smells of paint fumes and Bangladeshi men in pink long-sleeved shirts.

Repairs and fix-ups have been going on for a week, and if I awake to the sound of drilling one more time, I will strangle a stuffed toy.

*****

Facebook quizzes are an excellent way to pass time.

So far I've discovered I'm a half human, half King Kong with no survival skills, and will soon go on a shooting rampage in college.

But I'd take that over Saf's results any day of the week.

I never knew the shy girl I befriended on the first day of school was a 65 year old Pakistani man in disguise.

*****

Quote of the week

"I like disgusting boys."
~Pompy~

Peace out.

Whooooosh!

2009-06-19T19:56:00.004+08:00

And NOW you can start smelling that beautiful scent called FREEDOM! They should package it in bottles and sell it over the counter in stores! It's light, airy and wonderfully fragrant!

Semester one of my degree is over and done with, and as long as I don't fail anything, I should be moving on to semester two in August. Passing used to be a no-brainer but with my results what they are now (worryingly low), passing is now a privilege.

I foresee... work (hopefully), friends and fun in my near future! If, and only if, I have the dosh to support this fun lifestyle I have planned.

I should stop eating so much, I can feel the kilos piling on. Went to TGIF with Dinesh today, and we shared five shot glasses of dessert :) Hellooooooo Snickers in a shot glass, thou hast made my evening.

And my daily sugar quota, but that's insignificant.

Let's rock and roll, party people!

2009-06-18T01:49:00.005+08:00

The other day, Pompy was standing in the kitchen, laughing to herself.

She came out to the hall, where I was sitting, and started throwing a stick of butter (the kind you buy for baking) into the air.

"Look Trina, butter fly!"

-.-"

*****

Today, she posted this on my Facebook wall:

"Im too sexxay for facebook, too sexay to cook, to sexy to be broke
IM TOO SEXXAAAYYY!!"

and

"Im sexxxxxxxxxxxeeehhhh, too sexeeh for my boxers, to seexah for my fellas, too seexaaahhh!"

Why are my people like this?!?

*****

Oooooooooh hellooooooooo!

If you're a Twilight fan, you MUST have seen the trailer already, unless you've been living under a coconut husk somewhere.

But just in case (watch it in full screen for better viewing; better yet, go to the site itself to watch it in hi definition), here we go:

xoxo

Oh SO Close!

2009-06-17T20:10:00.008+08:00

Hello mellow my chubby people!

Ok, you're not all chubby, but I need to feel like there are people like me out there :D

Done with Reporting class after our online assignment today, 5735926 cheers! Two classes down, one quiz and one assignment to go.

Can you smell that? You can? Don't you know what that is?

It's the smell of.. c'mon now, say it with me... FREEEEDOM!

Aish, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Do work first then party my people!

*****

I so like having Joel around, he's my favorite movie partner. We've watched almost every single decent flick that's come out since he's been back, and I am loving this!

Plus there's all that food and the company and the.. extra benefits. Haha <3

*****

Fareeza Ilyana's touched down in Malaysia and YAY to the homecoming of my favorite Malay girl! We have five months' worth of catching up to do, plus two hot white chicks to drag around KL.

I forsee great fun in the coming month, if I have to moolah to keep up with my expensive lifestyle :p

*****

Been getting a little more work from NST this month, which makes a nice change from the usual one-article-a-month.

But bugger, I feel like a tech dinosaur whenever I attend press conferences and interviews. All these reporters use canggih recorders and such to record speeches and interviews; I'm the only one who's always furiously trying to scribble down what people are saying.

Never mind the fact that I miss out on half the good quotes because I have to write slowly to write legibly. It's a catch 22 anyway - when I write fast enough, my handwriting's so ugly I can't read it an hour later -.-"

Tried using my HTC phone to record interviews, but it's a little difficult to hold it in one hand and try to balance my notebook and write with the other. I don't dare put it down in case I forget to take it back with me at the end of the interview :/ Which knowing me, is very likely to happen.

So resolution: Save money and buy a recorder! No idea where people get them from, or how much they cost, but if I want to seriously do journalism (which I do), I'mma gonna need one of them things.

*****

Oooh Camp Rock's one. I'm going to indulge my inner child while waiting for a cooler movie to come on :D

Later, my people.

xoxo

Hush

2009-06-12T23:16:00.002+08:00

Byebye Journalism Ethics! Hello Fridays!

Isn't it ironic though, how classes end just as I'm finally getting the hang of college -.-" Hmph.

One subject down, three more to go and we're freeeeeeee! Ms Jenny's last words to me as I left the class today were "I hope I don't see you in class next semester, Pet!"

Well, neither do I, Ms., it would mean that I'd failed =/

Holidays holidays, I am ready to embrace thee with arms wide open. Racist and Jean won't be around, but Ja's coming back with white people! Wootwoot wave your hands in the air or whatever.

Two more weeks with Joel before he leaves. Let's make every second count, hotstuff :)

Need to start looking for a job for July, gotta start earning some moolah.

Me is tired of being here. I want new sights and sounds and people. In five years, I'm hoping journalism would have taken me to some cool new places. I aint paying over 30K for a degree that doesn't literally take me places.

Applying for PTPTN has been a crappy process, but at least it's over now - all the forms have been filled and dotted lines signed. A briefing in two weeks and *fingers crossed so hard they might never come apart again* hopefully I'm done!

OK this has been a useless update. Aww, did you just waste five minutes of your life reading that? :p

*****

X: I don't know why I have to keep going to the bathroom, think there's something wrong with my bladder.

Pet: No la, you're just so excited at having me around that you can't contain yourself.

X: -.-"

Out, people. Farewell!

Hot Bugs

2009-06-11T10:19:00.003+08:00

There is nothing I dislike more than hot weather and insects. My idea of a nightmare is the two together.

Which is why, when I woke up this morning in an already grumpy mood from the horribly warm night I had, the last sight I wanted to see was dozens of huge ugly flies decorating the curtains and walls -.-"

Talk about freaking gross can die. I almost cried with revulsion.

Dad must have thought I was a total idiot, squealing like a girl while he shook the curtains and sprayed the house.

Ugh.

I hate hot weather that brings flies =( I am so moving to the Alaska.

2009-06-09T19:42:00.003+08:00

OK. You know how serious I am about taking my last two assignments seriously?

*Inhales dramatically*

I've removed Bejeweled from my Facebook bookmarks.

*Sheds a tear*

I'm so sorry, my love. It's just for a week. It hurts, I know, but hold on for mama, I'll be back for you =(

Ah, my fair Bejeweled, we have had some marvelous late nights together, haven't we?

Fret not, darling, mama will return.

*****

OMG! FAMILY! STOP CALLING ME TO LECTURE ME ON MY BEING ABSENT FROM CLASS!

Haha it's cool to have people who care, but seriously, calm down! It's not the end of the world!

xoxo

Ah Bugger

2009-06-09T19:23:00.002+08:00

A letter came from Taylor's today.

And instead of the usual (no more) glowing transcript, it was a complaint about my absenteeism *rolls eyes, albeit sheepishly*

Hmph. Just cause I was late for class once in awhile.. sometimes...fairly often.. OK, OK every week. And just cause I missed the occasional class to go for some random NST assignment instead (well, wouldn't you choose making money doing something you love over... two hours of eye-rolling, mind-numbing boredom?).. Pfft.

I KNEW I should have deferred this semester!

2009 sucks. Like, majorly.

Haha I hope no more letters about my attendance in May come =/

*****

Went to college to apply for my PTPTN loan today. Eh bugger la, do you have any idea how annoying the application process is! Ok so it's no longer that color-the-bubble thingy form it used to be in yesteryears... Most of it is online now. But still, gah, the admin team at Taylor's seem to enjoy complicating things -.-"

*****

No more blogging this week! After the letter of complaint *my first ever, cries from shame, oh how I've digraced my family* I need to pull up my grades. Been doing TERRIBLY so far =/ I'm barely pulling passes and credits, much less distinctions.

This was NOT how I imagined my degree to go -.-"

But whack la, as Mr Indy said (during one of his check-up-on-Pet sessions =p) it's the journey that matters, not the destination.

If only I'd done something useful on this journey (aside from earn cash which I then threw away on food and movies).

Just one more week, Pet, and then WOOTWOOT holidays for a month! Fingers crossed, may next semester be a kickass one.

Time to start my two 2000 words papers!

xoxo

Bzzzz

2009-06-04T20:02:00.002+08:00

Guess who watched Seventeen Again!

OMG nice OK. Hush all you Zac Efron dislikers. It was pretty funny!

Poor Joel had to deal with me going "Ooooooh lookithim lookithim" every ten minutes.

Baskin Robins and the boy make me happy. Fat, but happy.

*****

Pompy: Don't Hyzel and I look cute together?

Pet: -.-"

xoxo

Yay to Cows

2009-06-01T16:01:00.004+08:00

Pompy: You know, after I eat a lot, I always have to unbuckle my jeans button.

Pet: -.-" You should have been a man.

Pompy: Yeah, I like to lift my shirt and scratch my stomach, and wear boxers, and burp, and look at girls...

Pet: You should marry a man like you. Then you can both lift up your shirts and scratch each other's stomachs. So romantic.

Pompy: Yeah! But he must have a big round hairy stomach, then nice to scratch.

Pet: .............

*****

Joel, Reuben and I went to Asia Cafe last night with a bunch of Joel's friends and cousins. This young couple, who have a son, were telling us how they met and were married.

Husband: You know, I don't remember my wedding. Her (his wife's) dad got me drunk the night before, and when I woke up on my wedding day, he gave me more alcohol for breakfast.

Wife: Yeah, he was so stoned at the wedding. In fact, when the priest said "Do you take her to be your wife", he didn't say anything for a minute, and then went "Huh?" The priest had to repeat the question! I was so afraid he was so drunk and would say "No" instead of "I do".

Husband: Yeah, I was stoned and then drunk the entire day. We didn't know what to do that night, so we went clubbing.

*Entire table bursts out laughing*

Reuben: You didn't know what to do on your wedding night?! If I just got married, I'm sure I could think of something to do!

*Pause*

Reuben: Oh well, at least you eventually figured out what to do. It's a miracle you two have a son.

*****

I have the awesomest boyfriend in the world.

My laptop adaptor went haywire last night. It somehow tore and there were sparks and crackly sounds coming out of it. I had an (unfinished) assignment due first thing today morning, and was panicking like crazy.

Finally decided to call Joel and ask him if I could borrow his adaptor, as our laptop models are similar.

Guess who drove all the way to my place at 1am just to pass me some silly cable.

<3

I would have gotten down on my knees and asked him to marry me on the spot, except I was pretty sure Dad (and half the neighborhood, thanks to Mopsy's incessant barking) would have been watching from the window.

Decent Indian girls don't do such things in the middle of the street in the middle of the night =p

*****

Today is international milk day (as Kah Yee kept reminding us).

Drink up, people!

-Out-

I Hate Thinking of Titles

2009-05-30T22:21:00.003+08:00

ro says:
What u doing?
Faster tell
I also wanna do
As long as its not bejeweled

Pet says:
Restaurant City
Andandand looking at photos of Maggie Q

ro says:
So weird youuu
Look at my face better okay

Pet said (9:51 PM):
Not her face la
Her legs
She got long legs ok
Like horse
But nicer

ro said (9:53 PM):
Oh and furrryyyy
Like horse
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA

Pet says:
.....So disturbed la u

*****

My Christmas gift to Pompy is to have her cell phone surgically removed from her ear, where it's been permanently attached for the past week.

Feel the love y'all

Aish

2009-05-30T15:14:00.002+08:00

Enough self-pity drivel, it's annoying me.

Time to live hard, play hard and party hard.

Even if my idea of "partying hard" this weekend means lounging on the sofa in front of the TV, Bejeweling till I go blind.

And chocolates, of course, lots of chocolates.

Pfffffffft college, you're just not where I'm meant to be right now.

Whatever.

Pttttttccchhhhhhh

2009-05-29T01:16:00.003+08:00

That's it.

This is war.

Me against Journalism.

My grades SUCK. I'm barely passing - I'm not even getting Credits, never mind distinctions.

If I could defer this semester, I would.

As it is, I'm thinking about deferring the next semester to take some major time out to sort my head out.

What the hell am I doing.

I am way better than this.

Or at least... I thought I was.

Aaaargh.

3am TV Sucks

2009-05-28T03:03:00.003+08:00

Hola my people!

I'm in this love-hate relationship with life right now.

But first, guess who saw Channel V hottie VJ Marion Caunter. Oooooh I know! Me! Me!

She was emceeing this Channel V press conference I went for, and I was trying superhard to casually stalk her with my HTC phone (hellooo camera phone! I am heart-ing you!) but damn failed. Stalker skills need polishing, they're a little rusty.

Yes, she's female and I'm strictly straight, but hot girls make me happier than boring boys who all look the same.

Oh and she has to-die-for hair. I likee her hair.

Andandand guess where the press conference was held!

Yes, at KLIA, but Ah! Where in KLIA?

On a MAS 777 plane. Wheeeeeeee to the one and only time Pet sat in the first class section of a gigantic plane! (The only plane I've ever sat in before this was this tiny plane we took to Tioman years ago, and that was one turbulent experience I never want to live through again)

Andandaaaaaaaand guess who won a lucky draw for the first time in her life =D Yup, yours truly won (and this is damn sad but whatever, I still won something) ONE return plane ticket to Phuket.

What on earth man. Haha what am I supposed to do with ONE plane ticket to Phuket? Go for a plane ride and come back?? Pffffffffft.

Trying to sell it but guess what, surprise surprise, no one wants a single ticket to some (beautiful, exotic) island.

*****

Aloha my baby, you are happifying my life by your very existence, especially your unplanned presence here in Malaysia =D

We shall berdim sum and berbanana leaf (you. I will berthosai) soon ya.

*****

Guess who read the newspaper today and highlighted important names! Silly class quizzes which make up 20% of our grades are killing me.

I can NOT get one out of x questions right again or I will fail this course. And since my stalker photography skills are damn failed too, I have nothing left going for me =(

OK much of this hyperness (and that repetitive tic/twitch thing my left eye has going on) probably has something to do with too much TV, Bejeweled and assignment planning, all of which the not-very-multitasking me is trying to do simultaneously.

ZOMG behold my interestingness.

Over and out me people. May the force be with you!

Blazing Heat and Flimsy Petaling Street Slippers

2009-05-26T00:15:00.003+08:00

Guess whose slipper broke in college today? =(

And the worst part is, this is not the first time it has happened.

In fact, this happens at least once every semester since I first joined Taylor's in 2006.

The cobbler at Bali Mart and I were beginning to become very good friends when he stopped doing business there.

Needless to say, I decided not to attend my Reporting lecture barefoot, choosing to go home to the cool comfort of marble floors instead.

Do you have ANY idea how burning hot the roads are at 1pm?!

Thank God Marie drove me as close to my car outside as possible =/ Otherwise I'd be writing this post from the Burns unit at a hospital.

Argh. This is so not my year.

2009-05-24T22:30:00.002+08:00

Pet: Baby, baby! Guess what's this: Shhhhh woof woof woof!

Joel: Dogs?!

Pet: Hush Puppies! *laughs uncontrollably in the middle of Pyramid*

Joel: -.-"

Had a fantastic time, as always. I sayangness people who layan my idiocy. Love makes my world go round =)

Like One, Like the Other

2009-05-24T09:55:00.007+08:00

Hello mellow my Indian jellos.

Allow me to introduce you to Mopsy, Shih Tzu wonder.

Who sleeps with her feet propped up against the wall, legs spread open.

Wah, so sexy.

No wonder the walls are always getting dirty -.-"

That's right people. When something goes wrong, blame it on the dog.

*****

Pompy loves wearing her boxers around the house, rolling around the couch and shimmying in front of the TV singing "I'm too sexy for your touch" and screaming "I'm feisty! I'm feisty!" at regular intervals.

Which I have nothing against.

Seriously. Girls like wearing boxers? OK, I can deal with that.

What can't deal with is the white Mickey Mouse boxers with "Joe Bixi Boxers" or whatever etched in bold font around the waistline, which she wore when we went to buy Ramli burgers from this stall near our house.

OMG the heart-attackness.

Mom must be rolling in her grave. Or rather, her ashes must be rolling in her urn five thousand meters below sea level.

******

I miss walking back home to unpredictability.

Mom's insanity was always a good source of blogging material.

Like the time she left liver in the lader/ dry food cupboard instead of putting it into the fridge. Which we only discovered like a week later, when trying to locate the source of that stomach-churning stench.

OMG in the name of all things holy and chocolate, the house reeked of rotten liver for weeks.

I still can't stand the sight of liver till now (not that I ever could coz, ew, it's liver).

*****

Pet: Hammy! Are you a Twilighter?

Ham: Are you asking if I'm a fan of Twilight?

Pet: Yes yes!

Ham: Well, I just started my first book.
Wouldn't really call myself a fan.
I think I'm more of an AC.

Pet: Huh??

Ham: Air Cond

Pet: -.-" Hahaha

*****

On an episode of Britain's Got Talent:

Emcee: What do you look for in a girlfriend?

Nerdy contestant: One that says yes.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

xoxo

You Did What?!

2009-05-24T09:08:00.002+08:00

Remember that episode of Desperate Housewives where Bree's husband Rex died? She pulls him up from his coffin during his funeral service at the church to change his tie - coz she's OCD like that.

Anyway, my I'm-so-obsessed-I'd-drink-a-carton-a-day drink of choice at the time was Yeo's Green Tea.

I'd happened to slurp a mouthful of my drink when Bree dragged Rex out of his coffin. I choked, and spat out a mouthful of green tea.

All over Pompy's hair.

I wonder if she forgave me.

And I wonder if Joel ever forgot the disgusting sight of his girlfriend spewing out green liquid all over the back of her sister's head =/

Phrase of the week: Zomg, behold my interestingness.

OUCH

2009-05-22T23:45:00.002+08:00

One of my best friends (who refuses to be named here, lest this post incriminates him if he were ever charged for cruelty to animals) had a rabbit when he was four years old.

Being a rather mischievous four, he was ignorant of how you should treat rabbits with tender loving care. He was quite... experimental with the fluffy little bunny.

Which would have been fine, had he kept to poking it occasionally, or trying to feed it chocolates or cereal.

But nope, that wasn't fun enough for him.

Instead, he preferred to pull the poor bunny up by its ears and swing it around.

My friend was strong for his age, and pretty careless too. One day, while swinging the bunny hard and fast, he accidentally let go of the unfortunate creature.

Which sailed high in the air and hit the ceiling fan.

I wasn't sure if it was the stress and shock or the fan that killed the poor animal.

Omg la wei.

- Save the Rabbits -

Down in the Blue Dumps

2009-05-22T21:16:00.002+08:00

Another assignment down the drain.

Even High School Musical isn't cheering me up (oh hush, it's a kickass show).

I had an ice-cream and a rip-off Ramli burger for dinner. Calories and misery are great companions.

Watched Night at the Museum 2 last night, and it's fantastic! Wouldn't mind watching it again. Psychotic midget toys battling evil Egyptian wannabe kings are a guaranteed laugh.

Aaaargh I can't get my lousy grades out of my mind. This calls for a life reevaluation.

Zac Efron has to be gay.

*****

The last time Joel held me in his arms for a long time, I realised he was reading the latest football news on Goal.com on my laptop behind me.

-.-"

Romance is dead.

Ok no la, my boyfriend is awesome. Most of the time.

*****

You know that saying "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"?

Pompy thinks it goes "A woman's fury hath no hell".

Methinks she needs to spend less time online and more time reading -.-"

*****

I sometimes sing High School Musical songs while I'm driving alone in the car.

*****

It's been ages since I last had an all-out night of good drinking and hard partying.

Fareeza Ilyana! I'm waiting for you to bring your two white chicks back from that giant island of a continent underneath, and take Marie, me and the Taipingians to KL!

I want Nasi Lemak Ganja and Burger Dadah.

*****

You're my drug, my Valentine. I simply can't get enough of you.

xoxo

Treks and Mangosteens

2009-05-21T19:43:00.002+08:00

I just had dinner, and I'm feeling awfully sick.

Probably because I had a hotdog on a stick and ten mangosteens for dinner.

=D

But what I really want is a giant bag of plain M&Ms and two Reese Peanut Butter Cups.

Junk food, he calls out to me.

*****

We had our weekly news quiz in Journalism class today.

Guess who scored the lowest ever.

ONE over twelve.

ONE.

What the hell?!

I am an embarrassment to my field =/

New mid-year resolution: Read at least one newspaper a day.

No matter how boring it is.

Or how much my mind wanders, or how depressing the news is, or how advertisements seem way more interesting than some minister's comment. Blah.

*****

Going to watch Night at the Museum 2 in awhile =D I love this past two weeks, watched Star Trek, Angels and Demons and Fireball in the space of 12 days.

Fireball! You have to check out Fireball! It's gruesomely violent at times, but zomg, it was so good! I was literally at the edge of my seat! If it wasn't for Joel's arm around me, I might have fallen off the chair a few times.

*****

A guy from my Journalism class walked out the door with his fingers in the Star Trek trademark sign, muttering "Live long and prosper" as he went.

O.O

Freaks of nature, them Trekkie people.

xoxo

Say What?

2009-05-20T16:15:00.002+08:00

-.-"

Sorry to disappoint, Nigel, but my interesting news wasn't porno pictures of me.

What the hell man.

Hahaha.

Ba-Da-Bing!

2009-05-20T15:01:00.006+08:00

Remember the "juicy" news I hinted at yesterday?

Guess guess guess who's got a new phoooooooone =D

OK, OK, it's not like it's my phone.

Trying it out for three months before *sniff* I (might) part with it. Butbutbut let's focus on the positive! Forget the fact that my supercool Sony E phone was stolen... and that I was stuck with a grandfather model from Nokia.. Musssssssssaaaaaaa(Bad Boys style) and all that.

Think happy thoughts.

I'm trying out HTC's new touch screen phone, the Touch Viva. I've always adapted to new phones easily - I switched from Nokia to Motorola to Sony to Nokia again without batting an eyelid. But I was a little worried about this phone - it's slightly more fancy-shmancy than I'm used to.

But it's surprisingly OMG-so-easy-can-die to use!

Aiyoh, I know no one wants to hear me ramble on and on about a phone, but I'm so excited I have to rave for awhile OK. Bear with me!

So, my Touch Viva *strokes it lovingly* is slightly more bulky than I'm used to. It's not as slim as my previous phones, and a little too wide to fit into some pockets.

Butbut do you know what it can do?! It saves text messages in threads! IN THREADS! *inserts giant happy smile here* If you use Gmail, you'll know what I'm talking about! I LOVE this feature, I'm practically having an orgasm rereading all the messages I send and receive =D

Ok, the fancy-shmancy part of the phone - it's got some kinda Windows Mobile operating system thing going on. Basically, if you know how to use Windows, this is kacang putih. Which is good for tech-retards like me.

And Lee Kah Yee, you can send messages in Chinese! Wanna wanna?! Haha don't know who you'd text in Chinese to, but whack only.

The people behind this user trial program mentioned that HTC would rather we use our thumbs instead of the stylus to navigate through the phone. Make use of the TouchFlo technology and all that.

Pintoboy gave up within an hour. My sister took one look at it and gave it back to me. But Dad and I had fun (gently) stabbing at icons with our thumbs =D

Haven't had time to really try out all its features, but so far so good. Hardly rocket science.

If only I didn't fear walking out of the house every time now. I keep worrying someone might rob me!

When I first signed up for this program, I swore I wouldn't let my phone leave the (soft) safety of my bed. The last thing I wanted was to drop the thing and break it. I have enough trouble trying to save money for parking, let alone to pay back a couple-of-thousand dollars debt to HTC =/ But leceh la to keep changing phones every time I leave the house, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed and holding on to my bag for dear life for the next three months.

*****

Pompy's lying sprawled out on the sofa with her laptop.

In the exact same position she's been lying for the past two weeks.

I'm starting to suspect she's glued herself down onto the sofa.

I've never seen her move off it, except for the occasional food and ice-blended Vico run.

She just called me poyo because I only drink ice-blended chocolate/Milo.

Whoever heard of ice-blended Vico please?

******

I've been playing Bejewelled Blitz non-stop (and I literally mean non-stop) for the past two weeks on Facebook.

I'm starting to see shiny diamond-like particles in the air.

I think it's a sign that I'm ODing on Bejewelled.

And Facebook's Restaurant City.

I have no life.

*****

I've got two assignments due on Friday, and two stories to write for NST this week. Why do I do this to myself?

And you'd think with a heavy workload like this, I'd have allocated more time for work than Facebook. Pffffffffft. Indian timing la.

*****

Watching Different Strokes, a ten-minute minisode (mini episode) on Star World.

Pompy: Black kids are so funny. I like 'em black kids.

Pet: -.-"

xoxo

Can You Say Touch?

2009-05-19T22:03:00.001+08:00

Pssssssst.

Come closer.

I've got something to show you.

But not today.

Maybe tomorrow.

If you're lucky =p

Nitenite people.

Attention, Lim Chia-Wen

2009-05-18T22:16:00.002+08:00

Dear Christy.

For the last time, it's Harry Potter, not Harry Porner.

Equus was a stage play, not a porn movie.

Daniel Radcliffe is an actor, not a pornstar.

Please don't confuse him with your Gay Chow.

Love,
Pet

Monday Reds (As Opposed to Blues)

2009-05-18T15:34:00.002+08:00

After two weeks of holidays, I was actually kinda looking forward to going back to college. I've been feeling so anti-college since the beginning of the semester that this was a refreshing change.

Until I got back the first assignment of my reporting class and saw my results.

OK, I was never exactly a model student in high school, but when I came to college, I loved what I was doing. And did it pretty well, if I do say so myself.

And then I entered my degree.

What with Mom's passing and the financial uncertainties, I wasn't sure if college was the right thing for me right now. But I did what I could.

Which wasn't very much, apparently.

For the first time in college, I got a 5/10 for an assignment. A FIVE over TEN. That's barely a pass! And I wouldn't mind it so much if I thought I deserved it. But my work was better than that! I was so angry I had to swallow a million times so I wouldn't yell at the moronic lecturer or burst into angry tears.

Plus, it was totally unjustified! Aaaaaaaargh I wanted to run the idiot over with a four wheel drive. He couldn't even tell me what was wrong with my work, other than a feeble "It just doesn't sound punchy enough."

Wtf.

As Christy said, "I'll punch you and see how you like punchy."

Haha that made me feel a little better.

I ran out of class the minute he gave us a break and took a very angry ten-minute walk around college to blow off some steam.

Tyrannical bore with a pea for a brain. Argh.

*****

I love Mondays because it's the one day I see my friends.

Marie oh Marie is the funniest blur around.

Take the time we went to Poppy's. A very tipsy Marie commanded the attention of at least ten guys, swaying a little drunkenly on the dance floor. In the middle of a very enthusiastic dance, she flung her arm out and hit me on my nose - the nose I'd injured a week before while playing rounders. Major ouch =/

Then she danced over to an old man in the corner and put her arms around him. Kah Yee and Jean had to drag her away hahahaha.

But today, today beat all that.

She walked into class, turned to Kah Yee and said "Eh, Kah Yee, happy belated birthday!" while presenting a Secret Recipe cake to her.

Which would have been fine except... Kah Yee's birthday is tomorrow.

Hahahahahaha.

*****

Christy bought a pair of spectacles with no power, and she brought them over to college today. I was holding them when Marie said "Is that your new glasses?" and them on.

Marie: Wah, everything's so clear!

Pet: Aren't you wearing contact lenses? What's your power? Mine is 600+ you know... if everything looks clear, then you're not wearing the right power.

Christy: Yeah, Marie, that means you're using 600 less power. You should get your eyes checked.

Marie: OMG! Are you serious! I knew I was blind like Pet, but I didn't think I was this bad! Mine's also 600+!

Pet: That means your correct prescription should be over 1,200.

Marie: Eh, how la like that!

This went on for quite awhile.

It was over lunch two hours later that the woman finally figured out we'd been pulling her leg =/

*****

Kah Yee's recently joined the growing number of Twilight fans, and she's the most obsessed fanatic ever =/

I mean, I thought I had it pretty bad for Harry Potter. I used to recite spells with Naseem in school and with Ham in college, and we'd have hour-long discussions on everything Harry Potter.

Kah Yee, on the other hand, is bordering on scary.

Not only does she explode with excitement whenever we mention Twilight, she also seems to think she lives in Forks now. With the Twilight characters.

In fact, she thinks she's Bella Swan =/

Naturally, lunch was a pretty chaotic affair:

KY the racist: Aiyoh, I can't taste anything. All my food has no taste.

*Everyone stops eating to look at her with concern*

Marie: Eh why la? Sick ar?

Racist: No la, I only drink blood

-.-"

And every two minutes, she'd say something like "I can read everyone's mind" and "I can sense everyone's emotions". Lunatic.

Halfway through an intense discussion of how perfect Edward Cullen is and how we'd all like to marry him, I accidentally let it slip that Bella has a supercool gift or power (book 4 - Breaking Dawn). Of course everyone started trying to guess what it was.

Jean: OK, OK, let me think rationally. She can defy gravity. No, she can... move things with her mind. No, think rationally. She can... freeze time.

Pet: Have you guys noticed how the more she says "think rationally", the more irrational her answers become =/

Leoni: I know, I know! Bella bites Edward and he becomes human! (HAHAHA)

Marie: Oh! She can travel in time, like that guy from Heroes. Hiro Nagasaki.

Pet: Err.. Marie, I think you mean Hiro Nakamura. Nagasaki is the place in Japan that got bombed during WWII.

Hahaha damn funny la these people.

<3

FML

2009-05-12T01:22:00.003+08:00

If you're having a lousy day and wanted to distract yourself from the problems plaguing your life, head on over to FMyLife for a little pick-me-up!

Btw, FML stands for F* My Life. It's got all these little snippets of people in awful yet funny (awfully funny!) situations. Ever since Nigel introduced me to it last year, I find myself coming back for more all the time!

"Today, my boyfriend was coming over so I bought this sexy corset, some fishnets, silettos and see-through thong. After my dad left I dressed up and a few minutes later the doorbell rang. I answered it, whip in hand. It was my dad. He forgot his keys. I'm grounded. FML"

"Today, I was supposed to catch a 4:40 flight to New York. My 5 year old son handed me my carry on bag as I left the house. Turns out he had put his older brother's BB gun into my bag to "keep me safe." I missed my flight after I was detained and strip-searched. FML"

"Today, I thought it would be funny if I put a "Free if Hot-Wired" sign on my friend's car. I guess it worked. FML."

"Today, I found out that the girl I've been dating online for over a year is actually a very bored 14 year old boy. FML"

"Today, one of the psych patients I work with on a locked unit looked into my eyes and told me lovingly that I reminded him of his sister. The sister he killed after he raped her. FML."

"Today, I woke up a little after seven. I felt sick to my stomach because last night was my bachelor party and I drank more than I ever have before. I checked my phone, and I had received 42 missed calls. It was seven o'clock pm. Today was my wedding day. FML."

"Today, I was walking through Macy's with my girlfriend. I stopped to admire a mannequins ass, joking with my girlfriend like I was touching it. Then proceeded to slap it. It wasn't a mannequin. FML"

"Today, I dropped my keys. Not wanting to lean over and pick them up, I pointed at them and said "Accio." Then I realized I had tried to use a Harry Potter spell in real life and in public. FML"

"Today, I got a call from my child's preschool saying that "Mindy keeps saying she sits on her daddy's lap and plays with his peter." My daughter meant 'puter, as in computer. Now the school is worried my husband is a child molester. FML"

Hahaha tell me your problems don't seem as overwhelming now.

xoxo

Topsy Turvy Night

2009-05-07T00:39:00.002+08:00

I just came home after living my worst nightmare.

In fact, I never knew such a nightmare existed until today!

Ricky, Janet, Reena, Adrian, Gordon, Romi and I went to the Euro Carnival today. I was all excited about the rides - theme parks have always been one of my favorite places.

Until tonight.

Now, while I love going to SAFE places like Sunway Lagoon and Genting Theme Park, I find carnival rides a little dodgy. I mean, how do you know how safe a ride is?! Like someone said, "All the equipment are held together by spit and duck tape".

Bugger man. How do you NOT freak out when you imagine nuts and bolts suddenly becoming loose =/

Anyway, Ricky was all "Let's start slow - go on one of the tamer rides first."

Bollocks la.

He hopped onto this ride called the Challenger, and we followed him (like lambs ignorantly trotting towards the slaughterhouse).

Pulling the safety belt down and clipping it, I asked him what the ride was about.

"Oh, nothing la, just spin around a little."

Spin around a little?!

Bloody hell!

That's got to be the understatement of the year! Make that understatement of the DECADE!

Firstly, the ride started with the floor parting. Then we were slowly lifted into the air.

Two seconds later, we were flying, somersaulting and cartwheeling in the air!

I kept my eyes closed, until I thought "Oh come on, no point being on the ride if you're too chicken to see what's going on".

So, like an idiot,I opened them.

And saw my feet in the air.

And pitch black darkness, stretching hundreds of feet below me, where my head was dangling.

*Inserts profanity*

I swear, I've never screamed the Hail Mary louder than I did at that moment.

In fact, I think I got through half a decade of the Rosary before the stupid death trap started slowing down.

That was the hardest I've prayed this entire year =/

I think the shock affected my brain cells.

Two minutes ofter getting down from that suicidal ride, I happily begged the rest to go on some ride akin to the Tomahawk (I think it's called) in Sunway Lagoon. Basically its two boat-like pieces swinging 360 degrees in the air, going faster and higher. Ugh.

At some point, while we were precariously dangling upside down in the air, eighty feet above the ground, I thought to myself, "If this thing falls apart, I hope I die before I hit the ground." Because it's hell of a looooong drop.

Right after that, we got onto this swing ride. You sit on a swing, pull this flimsy-looking safety bar over you, and get ready to fly.

I absolutely loved it. It was honestly my favorite ride. In fact, I was even wishing I could get married while swinging on that thing.

How cool would that be! Flying and shouting "I DOOOOoooooooo"! Haha except I don't think the Catholic Church would approve of such a solemn ceremony taking place in a fun fair =p

Anyway, the ride slowly stopped spinning.

But my stomach didn't.

In fact, as soon as I got off my swing, I ran to a dark corner of the fairground and tried to not throw up =/

Gordon, the wuss (=p) DID throw up. Haha and he was the one yelling "Woooo we should do this again" and "Awesome man! Woohoo" at regular intervals. Pffffffft.

Still feeling completely nauseated, I decided to take the grand prize in stupidity and join the rest in a painful game of bumper cars.

Not only did my car, stuck in a corner, keep painfully hitting against the side railing and a stationary car behind me, but this mad gila kuasa Chinese girl and Gordon kept violently bumping into me. And every time I hit something, my neck would snap backwards.

By the time I got out of the ring, I had a terrible neck ache and headache on top of the topsy-turvy stomach.

It was an hour, two cups of ginger tea, and a plain naan later that my stomach stopped cartwheeling.

Ugh.

Word of advice for the day: Never, never go on three extreme rides in one go. Honestly. Unless you're Ricky and have a stomach made of lead.

Quote of the day:

Gordon: Aiyoh Reena, you should have come on the swings with us! Wasted la you!
Reena: Eh, who was the one who threw up when even the girls didn't -.-'

Haha Gordon, Gordon, no face dy la fella.

Out xoxo

Morons

2009-05-06T16:37:00.002+08:00

This is heartbreaking.

I swear, I could cry buckets of tears. I wish there was some way I could help.

If you're against cruelty to animals and can't stand the inhumane ways people treat animals, see if you can do your part.

Please help this puppy. (Click on it, it'll direct you to a page on Malaysia Central)

Some people are bloody idiots, I tell you.

I Need A Navigator

2009-04-29T06:56:00.002+08:00

Did I ever tell you about the time Romi, Gordon and I wanted to take a twenty-minute drive to Melissa's place in Damansara?

We ended up taking a one-and-a-half hour road trip to Sungai Buloh and back.

At night.

On some lonely highway.

With only the occasional truck to keep us company.

And after 80 minutes, eighty minutes mind you, Gordon suddenly "remembers" he has Google Map in his phone.

I would have dumped him by the dark roadside if I hadn't needed him to help me find the way back.

This even beats the time I wanted to come home from Curve at 12am some random night, and ended up taking Dad on a one-hour drive to Kepong.

One, Two, Commando!

2009-04-27T17:00:00.002+08:00

Because RFP lectures are very draggy and sleep-inducing...

Pet: Hey Marie, wanna go commando?
Marie: I know what that is. Go naked right?
Pet: Close la, actually it means don't wear underwear.

Pet: Eh, Mei Yan, wanna go commando?
MY: What's that?
Pet: Just say yes la, it's damn nice, really.
MY: Don't want, you tell me first what that is.
Marie: No, Mei Yan, really it's nice, just say you wanna go commando.
MY: Don't want. I know what it is already. Commando position right?
Pet: *Laughing too hard to speak*
Marie: Huh?! What's commando position?
Pet: The fighting position you get into while you're going commando!
MY: You tell me what your commando is, then I'll tell you the position.
Marie: Commando means no underwear. What's your commando position?
MY: Eh... Oh, I think I meant military position.
Pet: !!!!!
Marie: HAHAHA they both remind her of war!

Pet: Eh, Kah Yee, wanna go commando?
Racist: Eh! Don't want! I want to go Zouk!
Pet&Marie: .........

Pet: Eh Jean, wanna go commando?
Jean: Huh? What's that?
Marie: No Jean, say "I wanna go commando on Thursday".
Jean: I wanna go commando on Thursday.
Pet&Marie: *laughing*
Jean: Eh, wait, don't want! I change!
Pet: I know, you actually wanna say "I wanna go commando with *ahem*" right?
Jean: Eh, how you know! So clever!
Pet&Marie: *Die laughing*

Wootwoot, my new favorite word! Commando, people!

Aaaaaargh

2009-04-26T15:35:00.002+08:00

If I survive Monday, I demand someone nominates me for a superhuman award.

College life is M.A.D.N.E.S.S.

I never thought a degree could be so hard! Or hectic!

From now on, whenever someone tells me they have a degree or *gasp* a Masters, I will salute them, buy them Oreos, and kiss the ground they walk on.

*****
From Puiks:

Q1: What do you call a blond with two brain cells?

Q2: What do you call a blond with half a brain?

Q3: What do you call a really, REALLY smart blond?

A1: Pregnant

A2: A blessing

A3: A golden retriever

*****

From Laura:

Someone once asked a hundred-year old lady what the best part of being 100 was.

Her reply?

No peer pressure.

HAHAHAHA

That's one funny old lady.

*****

Back to @#$%&*^! work.

Pah.