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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

Not too long ago...

Psychobabble. Just to pique your interest.

Past Tense

pale taupe. Thursday, July 30, 2009 |

i am exhausted, and annoyed. not a good combo. combo? COMBO?! now i want a popcorn combo. *unhappy face*

anyhoo, i had just finished my dinner and went on to see what was on tv. turns out that the repeat of the csi finale starts at 7. i was so glad because that meant i didnt have to catch it on sunday, THREE days away (i'm not good at waiting). i missed it yesterday because i went to sleep at 7... WHAT?! I WAS DRAINED! as it started, guess who came over? oh come on, you know who. no idea? my freakin' arse of a brother, DUH.

"my cantonese drama is starting already."
"so?"
"it's starting already la."
"SO???"
"i want to watch it."
flips out

so now here i am, sulking, and blasting fuck you by lily allen loudly so he cant enjoy his cantonese drama. TEEiknowiamchildishHEE.

speaking of cantonese... lei yao mou gao chor?

i've been learning a few phrases from my friends. i thought it would be great, but only hilarity ensued. my favourite has to be sao seng, meaning shut up. the thing is, i just cannot get the intonation correct. in fact, i suck at the intonation of every phrase taught to me. they say i speak like an american trying to speak mandarin, which sadly only serves to reinforce the notion that people might view me as a banana. so whenever i say something in cantonese, people laugh at me, a lot. it's all in good fun though. :p

on a last note, here's something wonderful to listen to.



you have to admit that he sings very very well. i could listen it all day because it sounds way better then the original.




we are not what you think we are.
we are golden.

orange peel. Wednesday, July 29, 2009 |

if my cravings go unsatisfied any further, i think i might kill someone.

i am yearning for fresh caesar salad, lovely cheddar cheese risotto and dense, chocolate-y brownies topped with crème fraîche and toasted hazelnuts.

oh my god.
oh my god.
oh my god.

i could prepare such food myself, but i need THE INGREDIENTS. although i do have everything i need to bake some brownies... i am just too tired to do so. besides, i want them right away. i dont want to have to lug over the stove melting the chocolate and butter, sweat my life away mixing everything together and wait another 30 minutes more in front of the oven for brownies! in fact, i dont want to be anywhere the damn kitchen! when i want them, i want them NOW!

bloody fuck. why is this happening to me?!

i want food.


FOOOOOOOOOOOD!

jungle green. Tuesday, July 28, 2009 |

i know i shouldnt be wasting so much time on this, BUT a certain petrol station attendant has me fuming.

he did his si lang bin when i asked for help, even after i smiled in appreciation.

nothing else - well, except rabid siblings, math homework and idiot-as-fuck drivers who dont utilise their indicators - frustrates me more than imbecilic morons like this.

fuckin' retard, FUCK YOU.

that was yesterday. now i'm busy designing the poster for the sixth form library. a waste if you ask me, A BIG FAT WASTE because today's such a cool, rainy day and i'm spending it in front of a glaring computer screen.

it's fun though, when you have beyonce doing a posh london accent.



bloody wicked!
HAHAHA. i cant help but laugh too when she laughs the way she did.

default. Saturday, July 25, 2009 |

scarlet. Wednesday, July 22, 2009 |

it PAINS me so much everytime i hear the bottom, probably the exhaust pipe, of my austin mini scrape the road. it happens each time it goes over a bump too big. dang, this really touches a nerve.

the only way to solve this oh-so-HORRIBLE problem is to jack it up. the wheels are going to be further apart from the body of the car. in other words, U-G-L-Y. i'm okay when some things dont go my way, but i hate it when things like this dont go my way.

my mum and i took it for a run just now. the car arrived on monday, earlier than i thought, much to my delight. it's still without its road tax sticker though, so all i can do is take it around the neighbourbood. i need to practice driving it anyway.

so yea... about just now, my mum had no problem driving it. me, on the other hand, ahem, how should i say this... ALMOST SLAUGHTERED THE GEARBOX. i do not like not being in my comfort zone, and in this case, driving a manual car. stepping on the clutch and changing the gears are my worst enemy. i have no idea if it's just something to do with the mind, but i honestly fear driving manually. when the whole car throttles and rattles, and the engine proceeds to go kaput!, IN THE MIDDLE OF A BUSY ROAD FOR GOD'S SAKE, i panic and forget how to breathe.

my mum is an expert, 'nuff said. i seriously havent a clue how she does all this so effortlessly. i think it all boils down to experience... and the ability to multitask in crazy situations. HA. i have a hard time thinking of what to do when faced with a bump on the road, a violently seizing metal box, and having to change to the god-knows-which gear, ALL AT ONCE. i also dont know when to release, or not to relaese, the clutch when ac/decelerating. sigh. the sounds the car emits also worry me. i'm not sure how to tell which ones are normal from the ones which mean it's about to explode. i do know the sound of the gearbox dying though... trust me.

never mind! i will practice every moment i can without fail. well, once they jack it up, of course. i dont want to hear the damn metal-against-asphalt screech ever again! GAH

squarepants yellow. Friday, July 17, 2009 |

i cant wait to watch the spongebob squarepants episode marathon later!!! yays

i remember me and my brothers, having been avid fans of the buck-toothed sea creature, reciting the complete script of the episode 'graveyard shift' during those long drives when we were travelling in new zealand back in 2003. it would drive our parents crazy, but it was so schuper-duper fun!

over time, the fanatism faded...

... until today. well, i'm exactly crazy about it, but i'm curious to see what spongebob has to offer this time round, especially on his tenth anniversary.




i hope you're ready, kids!

orchid. Thursday, July 16, 2009 |


liar liar liar liar liar,
pants on fire.

the non-existent eye contact.
the furtive glances.
the nonsensical, self-contradicting answers.
the stammers and stutters.

i hate it when people lie straight to my face. if you're thinking of doing just that, at least learn how to lie properly first, without giving yourself away because generally, things get really ugly when i find out. dont take me for some daft, gullible, bumbling idiot. the signs were so obvious i would have been legally blind - or blonde, your choice - not to have seen them! i feel terribly, horribly insulted when you insinuate that i am incapable of noticing a person's lying ways.

some people just dont know how to lie.
it's laughable because they still lie knowing they suck at it.

again, i went down for a cup of water before bedtime. i was annoyed to find that grandma's room light was switched on when she not even inside; she was in the living room watching tv. i dont like electricity going to waste. oh wait - i dont like anything going to waste for that matter. i didnt bother though, because my fear of finding some evil, grotesque monster/ghost in the middle of the night inside overrode my impulse to open the door and turn it off. too many ghost stories being shared in school LOL

as i was going up the stairs, the door suddenly opens and my brother's head pops out. i was surprised. then i became suspicious.

"just what the hell are you doing?!"
he rolls his eyes and says, "i'm on the phone..." in a tone implying it was so obvious he was.

i bump into him again a few minutes later upstairs. funny... because it's like i caught him red-handed doing something he wasnt supposed to do and he rushes to finish and clean up the crime scene.

"just how long were you on the phone?"
"urm, 30 minutes."

now, 30 minutes? 30 MINUTES? i saw him taking the phone at around 10 something. it was already 12am then. fyi, i was just curious and would have let it go had he not lied to my face. since he lied... well, you know i dont like liars.

"are you sure? you do know it's 12am already, right?"
"yea. so?"
"SO? didnt i see you take the phone at 10.30pm?"
"yea... so?"
"SO IT MEANS YOU'VE BEEN ON THE PHONE FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF."

there was minimal eye contact and a few hand gestures. his answers were slow, like he needed time to think. by now, i was already highly suspicious of him. why the fuck would he be lying?

"who were you talking to?"
"emmanuel," he says.
"about?"
"my computer project... software and stuff." he wasnt even looking at me. in fact, he had his back to me and was already going into the bathroom.

i mutter under my breathe and decide to study biology for awhile. but, was it over yet? NOPE. he even wished me a good night, which was odd. how incredulous! being extra nice, in hopes that i would brush aside all that was said and done? yea right.

trust me, i know of such strategies and tactics because...? i've been there and done that. yes, i've lied, but i dont give away immediately discernible signs. you wouldnt even know i was lying. BWAHAHA... ahem, but i lie only when the need arises. in 'emergencies', if that's any consolation.

i still want to know the reason he was lying. exactly what monstrous secret was he trying to hide?


maybe i was being paranoid.
maybe he was really lying.
maybe this is unnecessary.





i have this huge desire to watch harry potter & the half-blood prince.
i didnt know i would react like this, but it's just dawned on me that it is now finally showing in cinemas!

bright cerulean. Wednesday, July 15, 2009 |

i have had enough of shouting. grandma ALWAYS mistaking me for my brother, also. it's just a tad irritating, if you get what i mean. quite insulting too, i guess.

just last night, as i went down for a cup of water at midnight right before bedtime, she sees me and expresses her, let me emphasise here, utmost shock after realising i might not have had dinner. imagine me standing there under the harsh fluorescent light with a steel mug in my hand and MORE IMPORTANTLY, my mouth agape. maybe this is a result of me always - well, not always - having afternoon naps lasting 6 hours - once again, not all the time - but come on, i swear she saw me having dinner. i tell her i have had my dinner, only then does she recall seeing me at dinner time. SIGH.

oh sweetheart, put the bottle down

oh shit, i'm still having that headache i got as a result of swishing my head around too fast in school. my classmates laughed at me because my fringe swished around too, much like in those shampoo ads. creepy, i know.

i'm thinking of becoming a doctor and joining Médecins Sans Frontières. it'll be difficult though, very difficult. i'd need a scholarship for university, which means i need four freaking As in my stpm, which is frankly kinda impossible. i want it so badly though. i want to help people so badly. i know i can help in other ways, and not just by being a doctor, but... it's complicated. and i dont want to be stuck in an office typing documents or giving presentations! i dont give a shit for that! i want to be in the field, where all the 'action' is.

my mum says i dont look like the type who'd go all out to do these kind of these things. i guess i surprise people... and i like that.

pale silver. Monday, July 13, 2009 |

this day, monday, was supposed to be a happy day.


it all turned really ugly 15 minutes ago.

i was helping my mum bake a cake. halfway through creaming the butter and sugar, i see streaks of shiny gray in the mixture. it was grease from parts of the electric mixer.

it was like someone had just flung a bucket of ice cold water at my head - along with the bucket, of course.

500 grammes of butter and 450 grammes of sugar is A LOT, and all that has gone to waste. and what i cant stand more than anything is good stuff going to waste. the only worse part was probably the fact that we had just sent the GODDAMNED electric mixer for repairs last week. mark my words, i am never trusting kenwood ever again.

anyway, i just lost it then and there; there goes the mood to bake. so, here i am blogging.

GAWD,
I JUST FEEL LIKE STRANGLING A CAT.

it may seem silly to you, getting so worked up over this so-called little issue, but guess what? i'm not you.
it's "my loss, nobody's gain" in this case. so shut that ANNOYING piehole and stick it between your buttcrack, jackass!


...and if you're wondering, YES, i'm telling you to lick your fat arse, moron.

dark champagne. Sunday, July 12, 2009 |

my cousin, sara, is here. and when sara is here, only one thing - besides the late night horror movie scream sessions - is for certain.

CUPCAKES!

banana chocolate this time.



btw, i screamed.
A LOT.
just cant help it!

brink pink. Thursday, July 09, 2009 |


i'm getting down with the young drunk lovers
i'm getting down with the one way pack
i'm getting down with the city and the pity of it
i'm getting down with it


joel locked himself out of his car today - with the keys inside, obviously - which proved way hilarious. he spent some time roaming around school, trying to think of a way to get himself out of the said predicament. he then realised that i was still in school.

*runs over a few first formers to the sixth form library*

"Hi..." he says. "Hello," i reply, surprised at him for still being in school. surprise turned into suspicion when he did the face. awww you know, the kind of expression when you accidentally crash into your friend's car and are just about to tell him about it? welllll, that's just my own interpretation because naturally, i suspect the worst.

he looks at me, i look at him. how endearing.
"Did you crash into my car?" i asked as matter-of-factly as i could.
"... ..."
"What?!"
"... yes, i crashed into your car."
my eyes dont exactly pop out, but were on the brink of doing so
and then he laughs. "Actually, my keys are locked in my car."
"So?"
"I need to borrow your car."

so i handed him my keys - YOU OWE ME KRISPY KREMES - and sent him on his way.




yes, i am a librarian. isnt that just exciting? *squeals*

green-yellow. Wednesday, July 08, 2009 |

baked japanese cheesecake again today due to popular demand. i like how it looks in the photo. may be a tad burnt but the ridges formed after it collapsed on itself were beautiful. reminds me of a breed of dog actually.

... a shar pei.
my cake looks like a dog!
or does the dog look like my cake? :/

now, about my little run-in with the prefects yesterday...

i'm late to school almost everyday, even with me driving like a maniac trying my best to overtake fellow drivers - who by the way drive like fucking four-year-olds in a kiddy cart. that wasnt the case on tuesday. simply, dad fetched me to school yesterday. i was late because there were another two brothers to drop off.

normally, being late isnt a problem. it is though, when there is the morning assembly. i arrived and noticed that all the classes were shut, much to my dismay. everyone was in the school hall.

i met a fellow schoolmate who was late too. in the end, he saved my arse when he spotted two prefects in the hallway. they didnt see me yet as i was in the stairwell, so i took off...

...and barricaded myself in the school lavatory.

worst. possible. choice. ever.

it was the safest though. i spent a few minutes inside, pondering life and its idiosyncrasies. i got out, and lingered for awhile outside. i was contemplating whether to get back to class when i saw a prefect and he saw me.

i made an ugly face and ran back inside.

now, people would normally choose to run to a place that has possibly more than one exit. i'm not of of them people. safe to say, i was trapped.

after spending another eternity drawing up escape plans within the confined space named stinkin' toilet, i sneaked outside. everything's cool, everything's cool... EVERYTHING'S NOT COOL as i spot not one but bloody three of 'em waiting for me outside. i hid behind a partition before the toilet entrance and just felt like dying.

one of them suddenly pops up beside me and i stiffen up like a board. the little bastard doesnt notice me though, and goes into that part of the toilet. BIG FAIL

i ran over to the other section of the toilet and waited, occasionally sneaking glances at their position. the third time, they were gone.

i ran out, and never felt so relieved.

HA, i won!



how trivial this looks now that i've typed it out.

isabelline. Tuesday, July 07, 2009 |

howdy do?

i havent been online for a whole three days, imagine that. i had to do this and that, that and this. BAH.

flag day was excruciating. as i said, i'm not cut out for stuff like this. nonetheless, i managed to pull through. i collected more than half a tin of coins for each day, though i have to give all credit to my friend as she did most of the asking. "would you like to make a donation to st. john's?" HA, you can never get tired of saying that... yea right.

what's the story, morning glory? / notable occurrences;
  • had a mighty 'scolding' from some uneducated, racist uncle on sunday. he told me to go study hard, saying i should leave all this to the malays and indians. i was utterly dumbfounded.
  • had another uncle asking me if i would like to have lunch, his treat (though he said he couldnt afford treating a 2nd person upon seeing my friend appear behind him LOL). again, utterly dumbfounded. it caught me off guard as we, meaning us pesky rascals with donation tins whom people avoid on sight, quite rarely get to meet nice, friendly people who treat strangers to lunch like him.
  • konked out on saturday. passed out from 7pm to 6.15am the next day... meaning i overslept. woke up to my phone ringing and my friend asking me when i would arrive at headquarters. my reply? OH NOOO, upon realising it was 0615.
  • noticed that most people preferred to give their money to the girls, even when i'm the one closer to them. they'd rather stretch a few more centimetres than put it in my tin. SIGH
after arriving back home on sunday, i made japanese cheesecake. HAHAHA

it was a (kinda) huge success. i would have taken a picture of it had mother not burnt its top off. it was in the oven when i just finished showering. a burning smell greeted me as i came out of the bathroom and i shouted, MUM! IT'S BURNING! she laughed, so i thought it was burnt toast as that was usually the case. who knew! it was still delicious though... once you cut the burnt top off, that is. unless you prefer an extra few carcinogens in yer system~

on monday, two of us biology classes went hiking up to the air itam dam. the aim was to identify different species of plants, but all i heard were scientific names ending with -ceae.

BANANA, musaceae.
DURIAN, malvaceae.
TAPIOCA, euphorbiaceae.
BIRD'S NEST FERN, aspleniaceae.
sound of motorbike approaching
MOTO! MOTO!
*everyone scampers to the side*

...the path was quite narrow, you see. most of them we noticed were riding down with baskets of durio zibethinus (durian la!) which proved quite special to see for us city kids. i didnt like the smell that followed though.


our popular durian, being described by travel and food writer richard sterling;

"...its odor is best described as pig-shit, turpentine and onions,
garnished with a gym sock.
it can be smelled from yards away."

HAHAHAHA

ohyea, i played a game of cat and mouse with the prefects today. i'm insane!
details to follow~

bye for now, teehee

rust. Friday, July 03, 2009 |

ahhhh!

i have to participte in the st. john's ambulance flag day(s) this weekend.

i have to go around asking people to push their pennies into a donation tin i'll be holding for the whole day. *shudders* frankly, i loathe doing such things. i hate having to go around and approach people, asking them to do stuff. then the worse part is when they dont want to have anything to do with you and just wave you away, muttering 'i'm not interested'. maybe i'm being too pessimistic but, eeeeeek

that's why i can never, never imagine being one of those flyer distributors or credit card promoters who you try to avoid without being too conspicuous, but then who chase you down like maniacs when they notice you trying to avoid them. get what i mean?

i also have to wake up at 4am later. the whole thing starts at 5.30am but i'm planning on having breakfast at mcd with a friend. so yea... FOUR AM. there's something about the early hours of the morning that kinda gets to me. it's nice not having to be caught in a traffic jam, or having to fight for my survival on the notorious streets of penang. there's a certain feeling of serenity and calm as well, especially when i'm eating out with a friend or two; no need to wait in line, no need to listen to the noise of the crowd. one word? AWESOME.

i'm looking forward to breakfast and forcing people to part with their money.