Damn you, Murphy!!!

As in, Murphy’s Law. let me tell you two stories

1. the other night, i was really thirsty so i went downstairs to get a bottle of water from the fridge. but when i opened the fridge, a cicak (small house gecko thing) scampered in and hid somewhere around the vegetable crisper box. now i really hate cicaks, they really gross me out (because of a certain incident) anyway i pulled the vegetable box out, but it wasnt there. i thjought, ok maybe i imagined it. but when i put in back in, the cicak was on the fridge floor, kinda injured i guess from being squished by the veggie box – gross. it was still well and alive, but no amount of clapping made it even budge, so i assumed it was injured. i didn’t know what to do so i took my water bottle and started sprinkling water on it so it would move away. but all that did was make it wet and thus harder for it to walk. then i took a broom and tried to sweep it off the fridge door, after some time that eventually worked and it crawled under the fridge which was good enough for me. then i close the fridge door – and realize i finished my water sprinkling that stupid cicak. no way am i opening the fridge again!

2. my brother told me to go pay his fine for him in uia, so i had to drag myself over there (this still being the holidays – i always seem to be in school even in the breaks…) anyways i got there at 8.15, but the bank only opened at 9.30. after i got that business settled, i waited for the bus to go back home. i got to the bus stop at 10.10, and waited and waited and waited. then finally a bus came, but it was 231, i was waiting for 201. so i wait some more nd bus 91 comes around – three times during my whole wait. 231 came again also. in the end i got myself a cab (wasting RM 7.60) and as we are exiting the campus i see bus 201 just about to come in…

results come out at 5 and i’m gearing up for the worse….

The changing of fickle minds

soooo port dickson bottomed out, because of certain and numerous complications. we ended up crashing ayesha’s house instead (kesian her brother, had to lock himself in his room for 2 days:P) but in the end, i think we all had a great time! ala didn’t know about her surprise party, she thought we were just heading to ayesha’s for lunch. we decorated the place with whatever we had, namely colorful scarves and those belly dancing things you tie around your waist, she has tons of them. we even made a paper plate ‘banner’ which was deemed ‘so childish’ by ayesha’s bro, but who cares.

after lunch we all crowded around the laptop to watch ala’s video of us mainly stalking her and her guy like deranged paparazzi, her expression when she watched it was priceless. but after that came the presents time and lets just say ala was super super embarrassed and/or horrified at some of the more risqué gifts…>_>(nothing too extreme laaah)

then at night we decided to walk over to plaza mont kiara for coffee so we crashed starbucks tho me and ilham decided to get stuff from secret recipe instead, and since we were there we decided to surprise zah with a belated birthday cake. worked out perfectly since she and ayesha went off somewhere for a bit to get some burger ayam special so when she came back we all broke into ‘happy birthday’

when we were heading back ala wanted to play in the water fountain, that was hilarious. i suppose her sugar rush kicked in just then coz while walking back she was singing and screaming out loud (i scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream aaaahhh)!!!! kiiiinda scary…so it was me and ala walking ahead of aziza, ayesha, and hannat. then i look back at them and i see these 2 guys walking behind us and we all start panicking and walk super fast half running and laughing all the way to the main gate since the back gate was locked. that was really something.

the next day we cleaned up and left at around 2 ish. me zah and hannat wanted to go to klcc, and the rest went to uia/home. then when we were in klcc who else do we bump into but ala’s guy. it was funny coz we were saying how, next thing we know ala is here also. then we can say ‘ha ala you didn’t wanna hang out with us huh?’ and then we really do see her lol.

i borrowed like 6 dvd’s and as of yesterday i already watched 3 of them and finished reading the book i bought. now i’m wondering what am i gonna do for the rest of the hols? might go to pc fair today and mummsy wants to watch forbidden kingdom tho its not out yet…


I’ve been eating alone a lot lately…its so sad…last night my lonely dinner consisted of 2 pau’s.one kari ayam and the other chocolate.
Today in halaqah I got the “sis, are you a foreigner?” again. No, I’m malay, I reply. In my head though, yeah, I’m a foreigner, in my own country, and everywhere I go.
on the way back from halaqah, which ended at 10 p.m., a bird flew across the road (like, in the sky, but it was flying at tree level) the way it was flying was… different. so i actually crossed the street and stood under the tree it had perched in and stared at it, trying to figure out what bird it was. it definitely wasn’t a crow, it was too big. not a stork either, too small. i think it could’ve been an owl or an eagle. because it was so silent. and brownish. and it looked the right size. anyways, i must’ve looked possessed, standing under a huge tree and staring at it, unmoving, at 10.30 p.m..
I’m goin back on Saturday this week. i have a presentation on friday night. Unless someone is kind enough to pick me up Friday night. Next week is going to be horrible.

Think positive
Think positive

An Account of how my day went Wrong

Today actually started last night. I was working on my group assignment. Of course, my group members contributed, but in contribution, I mean, go to wikipedia and copy the information. A kid could’ve done that. Even though I wasn’t really done, I had to go to bed at 1, because tomorrow (today) I needed to meet one of my group members at 10. we had agreed. I actually suggested 11, since I know she wakes up late, bt she said 10 was better.


So I go to sleep. Wake up at 9.15 to get ready and stuff. I go and shower. I need to iron my clothes, so I trun on the iron. The cords are tangled so I try to untangle them. My iron falls down, hot plate side, onto my skirt. A big gaping hole appears and a whole bunch of sticky substances are deposited onto my iron. Stupid stupid iron. It burns everything!


At 9.45 I get a message, from my group mate, saying can we meet at 11 instead? And please bring q2 ith you thanks.


So I sit and finish off the assignment (meaning just checking the formatting, etc). I do this and then look at my watch – its 10.45. oh crap!

I rush and get dressed – wearing my holey skirt – and speed walk all the way to my studio. I reach there at 11. she is not there.


I wait, and wait, and wait. For 40 minutes.by now I am getting really annoyed.

She appears. Does not apologize, or even show the slightest notion that she knows she is late.

Now I am really angry.

We check over our assignment. Then she tells me, the maximum is 3000 words. Yesterday she said it has to be 4000, but she wsn’t sure if it was minimum or maximum. We do a word count – 5638 words, not including title page, contents and references.



Her slides are not correct either. Good thing I already did some slides last night.

We try to reduce our word count. Suddenly the cd drive gets ejected, after we burnt our slides onto it. This nudges my thumb drive out.


I put it back in, and look for our report. It is not there. Vanished. Missing.


After 5 minutes of trying to figure out how to recover it (doesn’t vista have auto recovery???)I dump everything in my bag and walk off. The long walk back to my room.(to get the assignment saved on the laptop of course)

In my room it is windy. The door slams shut.

My day sucked. And its only noon.

Week El-Wacky

Wekala, just coz it goes with the title…and its also my history assignment

our site analysis and client interview was due on friday. that meant a whole week of sleepless nights. but in the end we have to redo it. just when i thought i would be able to enjoy the weekends!!! so i had to scrap my plans of going home on friday. had to instead, be in kaed up to 4 am. thank god some people have cars and i didn’t have to walk all the way back. i was also out of clean clothes then, and my dinner consisted of roti sweetie. on the way home today the car exploded. yup. thank god we were at the gas station at the time. actually i was sitting in the front passenger seat and moi papitos was filling the tires (why does it say tyres is spelled wrong?)when i hear this boom! i thought one of the tires exploded but it was actually the radiator.

“hari ni minyak dah sampai ke belum eh?” a snippet of conversation you don’t hear everyday unless you work at a gas station

The Perishers – Pills

I hope my smile
can distract you
I hope my fists
can fight for two
So it never has to show
And you’ll never know

I hope my love
can blind you
I hope my arms
can bind you
So you’ll never have to see
What we’ve grown to be

One may think
we’re alright
But we need pills
to sleep at night
We need lies
to make it through the day
We’re not ok

One may think
we’re doing fine
But if I had to lay it on the line
We’re losing ground
with every passing day
We’re not ok

But that’s one thing
I would never
One thing I would never
That’s one thing
I would never say to you

warm ears and rollicking tummies

I’ve been very jumpy and nervous all week long, well last week since its monday. even today. i had to present my project and i wasn’t really prepared, i knew what i wanted to say but i didn’t get a chance to rehearse all of it in my head or arrange all the points into a nice flowing explanation. ah anyway. the lecturers said my design was good, and they seemed to really like it, so thats a relief.this is my project. for more pictures go to my facebook account.my stomach gets all giddy when i’m nervous. i also seem to smile a really wide cheesy beam when i’m nervous presenting stuff.

i watched atonement on friday even though i was supposed to be working on my project>_>. but in lieu of the events of the day i felt i deserved a break and it was so worth it, the movie was really really good! i don’t like keira knightly but saoirse ronan and james mcavoy were brilliant. ilham was going on and on about her james, but i was really impressed by saoirse, she’s really good for someone so young and very pretty in a light, watery blue eyed way. even though the movie was slow it added to the whole feel, kinda artsy and emotional. one of the parts which impressed me most was the scene at the beach, it was like a whole 4.5 minutes of winding through the beach in a single shot, no cuts. that was some feat. according to imdb.com it took under 5 takes, so its even more impressive they were able to synchronise everything. if you’ve watched it then you know how difficult that must’ve been.

on saturday after watching the movie we had another adventure, this time involving aziza’s padlock v3.0. see, aziza had a padlock, the supposedly super security ones. but then for some reason it refused to open so she couldn’t lock her wardrobe. so she bought a new one, and happily padlocked her wardrobe shut. then she realised she lost the keys. so she had to call the technician to cut it open. the next day she buys a new padlock and locks the wardrobe and goes to class. upon returning, though, she tries to open the padlock but something inside it cracks so she can’t get it open. so i ask my dad if he can borrow a metal clipper thingy and bring it when hes picking me up. he says he can, but that it is huge and that he’d have to go up into the girls’ hostel to clip it. i say never mind, just bring it we can at least try. and when he brings it, its huge!i mean, its gotta be 1 meter long and is heavy. but the three of us (me, mom and zah) manage to clip that darn padlock open. Yaaay!!

i’m so shy its embarrassing. geez. my ears get all warm and my body feels warm one second, and cold the next…

maymuna aka nuna aka munmun is super cute!!!


its the day after the second day of being paid to stand around. its 11.42 pm, but earlier (and now i think) the weather is lovely. Lovely? At night?
yup, it was! if only malaysian weather was like this all the time, cool and super windy. my neighbors wind chimes have not stopped chiming since i got home, its really a lovely sound. on the other hand, the wind is whistling through the windows, freaky but cool at the same time. cool because you know it must be really howling out there.

ok. so we volunteered to … volunteer with some halal conference, even though we had no idea what we were supposed to do until like the day before. turns out all we had to do ws usher people about 20 meters from the registration counter to the conference hall, then herd them to the lunch/coffee break areas. and the best bit is it was rm50/day, with two days making it 100 ringgit for basically standing around. but that doesnt mean it wasn’t tiring – especially since i was in heels and standing for hours in heels is a recipe for chronic foot disaster. they feel like they are going to fall off. for the first day we had to be there at 7-ish – that meant waking up at 5.30am. the second day started later at 2.45, but still – getting there was an adventure in itself.
at the end of the first day my dad said he’d still have to be there early tomorrow, and my brother said he wanted t go early as well. ok. so who was gonna send us? how would we et there? (my dad picked us up from uia on the first day at 6.30am)

anyways, i arranged with my friends to meet at the lrt at 1pm so we’d have ample time in case anything came up. then on the day i wake up at 10 and i see my brother is still at home, so i say “i thought you were going in the morning?” but he didn’t say anything. ok…
so bla bla bla i was watching tv then at 11 my brother comes up and says get ready coz he’s going. and i ask, when? he says – now.
b-b-but i was going to meet my freinds at 1…!
i’m going now
so i go to my room and debate whether i should just go with my friends at 1 or call them and tell them to get ready pronto coz my bro didn’t go in the morning.

11.20 – i decided whatever the case i should take a shower first. afterwards i decided i would go with my friends – what would i do alone in pwtc for 3 hours anyway?
so i continue my tv watching. meanwhile my brother didn’t seem like he was going to shower anytime soon.

12 – my bro finally takes his towels in preparation for the shower, so i decide i might as well tell my friends that my brother could get us if we were in uia at 12.30. but that was kinda tight, so zah and hiba said they would go by lrt.

12.20 – my brother still hadn’t showered – so i told hiba she could come at 12.45 with zah. 5 minutes later my brother hands me his shirt (can you iron it for me?) and says, i think i’ll just pray in uia.


so then i relay this message to everyone to their exasperation
sorry guys!!!
and sorry zah that i stressed you out and you couldn’t make it!!!

this week in history

“Pick up your chin there’s a saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through
Brand fire new”

‘Mary on the mend – Cherry Ghost’

ummm…well i just like that song.
so i am 20 now, old, yes i know. but nowadays 20 is still young, i think. back in the old days 20 was when you were like, really adult. but nowadays i think that age has been pushed back to 25.

lotsa stuff happening/happened this november. ok, my birthday, yeah. then the merdeka tennis festival which i so badly wanted to go to but didn’t. i mean, nadal, federer, gasquet and sampras all in one? who wouldn’t wanna go? aparantly, my dad who would rather watch it on tv.

then the live and loud festival – james morrisson!!! but te tix are sooooooooo expensive!

lulu lala lalaleeelalalala

wahooey – gotta get back to tv – federer vs sampras is on


on friday night i went to watch the semifinals for the Champions youth cup, Manchester United vs Flamengo. we got there 10 minutes into the match, on on our way to the seat we say this guy, a flamengo fan, screaming his heart out in pure unadultered passion (or it could have been madness, who’s to know? he was speaking portuguese) anyways, thinking it wouldn’t be wise to sit anywhere near a rampaging latino

ok thats all

malas laaaaaaaa


  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: her in these lights
  • Reading: was reading picoult
  • Watching: some disney movie bout a cute toaster
  • Eating: nasi ayam
  • Drinking: water

So Singapore….lets see. The bus was okay, comfortable enough although me seat was a wee bit cramped with all the bags since the overhead compartment was full. Funny thing was that the bus (this was executive coach) stopped at the Sungai Besi toll Rest stop and went out to buy us all McDonalds breakfast. You’d think an executive coach would serve you nicer food, or at least not buy it on the way.:-?

The immigration was a joke, the Malaysian side anyways. There were no customs! I mean, there was a customs place, but no one was there to check anything!
crossed the bridge, which I’m not sure was the causeway since it was so empty, reached Singapore immigration where they did check our stuff. Very enthusiastically, too. The customs officer was so chatty; it was funny, but nice.

Singapore is just like Malaysia but a little bit different. They have more trees, planted ones, whereas in Malaysia they cut down all the tees by the roadsides. I like that about Singapore, the nice, shady trees. Got to the bus station, got off, and had to look for a hotel. First went to this place called Hotel Hamilton, just a few meters away. They told us to come back at 5pm (it was 2) so we went to look for other places. Went to hotel 81 elegance which was e-x-p-e-n-s-i-v-e for a supposedly budget place (109 Singapore $ approx 240 Rm, which would get you a very nice hotel room in Malaysia) so went to look elsewhere. Found the Hive after walking around for a bit, it was cheap and had a totally cool atmosphere (backpackers hostel) but was FULL. -_- in the end settled for hotel 81, which was small, had no windows, and smelt like cigarettes but was clean enough.
Rested for a bit then headed out at around 4.20. We wanted to take the MRT to the city centre, but spent an hour looking for the station, when actually it was just 10-15 minutes away. We took a big huge loop when we should’ve just walked straight.


The place where we stayed (lavender) was pretty empty, so I was wondering “where the heck are all the Singaporeans? Isn’t Singapore supposed to jam packed full of people?” Well, my questions were answered when we got to Orchard – it was sooooo crowded!!! And my brother wouldn’t stop saying, its just like Korea, he’d say it like every 15 minutes. Personally, I didn’t see the point of Orchard Road. All the malls sold the same expensive stuff, with the same shops, and had the same eateries (3 McD’s per mall at around 12 malls in Orchad = obesity. Singaporeans do love their fast food…) so we walked up and down the street, looking for a money changer, then looked for a place to eat, besides fast food, but we weren’t sure of the halal-ity of the places, so ended up in BK after all, even if it was freaking expensive. :hungry: (Malaysians so take their food for granted – everything is halal so no worries)

Then we went to the esplanade, by that time it was already night, so all the lights were on. It was very pretty, not what I expected out of a durian looking thing. There was also this art exhibition inside the lobby, ‘Continuous Line Drawings’ or something. :gallery: They were made by NUS students and were really nice, and good too. Walked down to the Merlion, hung around a bit and took so many pictures, then walked to the Padang, across which was a nice building but I don’t really know what it was. Oh, and behind that building there was a thing, it looked like a UFO, but it was obviously some sort of building. By now our feet were feeling royally butchered, so we got back on the MRT to the hotel, this time deciding not to take the scenic route.

Back at the hotel watched ESPN, found out that Man U won and Chelsea drew (Yaaayy!!). :w00t::boogie::dance::airborne: Super goal from eagles too.


We planned on getting out at 10 am since my aptitude test was at 11.30, and we did get out, like at 10.15-ish. Took the MRT to Clementi, then went to the bus stop and waited for bus # 96 to take us to NUS. Waited. Waited. Waited. Then finally 96 showed up, we got on, and the driver told us if we’re going to NUS, we should go wait at the interchange up the road. We were like, ??? but went there, where we had to wait again, for like 20 minutes, until he finally showed up (he must’ve had food poisoning or something). By then there were only 10 minutes left for me to get to NUS and find out where the heck the test was taking place. Got there at 11.35 and had to sheepishly walk up the lecture theater as inconspicuously as possible, and plonk myself down on seat 93. The examiner was giving out instructions, half of which I missed. Then I read the question, and it says

‘using the materials given, design an abstract model to illustrate the theme ‘lightness and heaviness’.

Then my mind went absolutely blank and the clock kept ticking. Everyone around me was either furiously sketching, or already taking out their scissors and snipping away. The only thing I could think of was my pop-up book at home, so I tried to make this fan-pop-up-earth thing, I cut it out, and coloured it, and was trying to figure out how to attach it to the base when the instructor guy announces that we cant use colors. GREAT. That’s half an hour gone, and only another half to think of something else. I ended up doing this really weird and equally lame construction of the letter ‘P’ and I was going to do the same thing for ‘b’ but there was only 10 minutes left so I just did this cutout and made it float with a stand thing. The P was soooo ugly…my rushed construction was all junky looking and not smooth and crisp and flawless like I envisioned….Then I cut out this horribly ugly bird and stuck it on the ‘b’. Then I made up some lame-o reasoning of how ‘Pb’ is the symbol for lead, which is known to be one of the heavier metals (that’s what you get when you mom is the Chem teacher), and it symbolizes the weight of the earth and how it is underground but being bought to the surface. Then I just said the bid symbolizes freedom from burden, or lightness. LAME!!!:lmao:

Then comes the second question, and I’m supposed to describe the qualities of two different pictures, each in 5 words. One picture was a kettle, the other was this house. I guess this is where my A* in O level English came in handy, and my alien-ish :alientwo: hobby of reading the dictionary (laugh all you want but its fun!)The third question told us to reinterpret the model from question 1 and design a seating structure/piece of furniture based on the same theme. Those were okay I guess, but not superb. I don’t know the benchmark for this test, so I have no idea how I did. Except I know my model was ugly, and it was so embarrassing we had to march down 4 flights of stairs with our models…

My interview was scheduled at 3.20, and it was only 2, so we walked around a bit, looking for food, and found a McD’s, which was a lot cheaper than the ones in Orchard. I guess it has to cater to students’ budgets.
I have no idea how I did in the interview, because I never had one before. I didn’t even prepare for it, until my bother asked me what I was going to say in the interview. I told him, don’t I just answer questions? Can you believe I actually argued with the interviewee guys? :faq: Okay well, not argue in a fighting way, more like a discussion without a point of agreement. He was asking me about what buildings I liked, and I said the Sultan Abdul Samad building, and he asked what was behind it, and I said the Klang river, and he said, “no, behind that”, I told him it was Masjid Jamek. And he said, “No, that’s on the north.” So I was like, “umm..okay but I’m pretty sure its behind, and the criminal court is also behind it.” Then they dew this map-sketch thing, and they were adamant that Masjid Jamek is on its left, but I KNOW its behind the building, on the right. Anyways in the end I just let it go and they moved on to other questions about its history, :blahblah: (thankfully I knew a bit about it and remembered all the right names)

I was the last interviewed candidate so I was just outside the room organizing my stuff with my bother after the interview, then they walked out, and said, “oh I liked your drawings” (I brought my art along which they looked at, especially this one:wave:


and “are you considering landscape designing?” To which I stupidly said. “No, not really. I don’t like trees.” (but I love trees!) and hastily blubbered on how I don’t know how to deal with them etc etc. (???) what I was really trying to say is I don’t have green thumbs and I don’t like drawing trees! :stupid:
My brother thought my interview went well since they said they liked my drawings but I’m not too sure. Oh they also said “I hope you did well on your aptitude test.” Does that mean they liked me, and thus hoped I did good so I would be accepted, or did I do so bad that the only thing that could save me was the test? :evileye: conspiracies…. :sherlock:

We planned on going to Bugis and the Arab district, but we only had an hour so had so breeze though Bugis Junction and then rush of to the MRT to catch our 6 pm bus. We made it just on time, as in, we got on the bus and it went.

Okay I know its just Singapore, and people go there all the time, but not ME!! I hardly go anywhere, thus the jakun-ness. Next time I’m gonna do Singapore good and proper.