A Page of My Diary

2011-06-02T18:41:00.000+08:00

I'm back to blogging ^^ and this time (hopefully) i'm here to stay. I've moved, though.

Public blog: karyn531.tumblr.com
Private blog: Open via invitation only, sorry XD

Stalkers are welcome.

Nah I updated my blog

2010-05-30T21:20:00.000+08:00

Go to my Twitter =P

The myth of headaches

2010-03-04T20:06:00.000+08:00

Someone once told me that headache is caused by brain cells fighting with each other inside your head. Cells are constantly moving about in the very complex structure known as a human brain, and they are sometimes erratic and irregular (as can be seen from people's behaviour). When they start fighting, everything in their vicinity gets disrupted, because other cells will join in the fight. There's no fights without pain, hence the headache.

Best cure is to sleep because when you sleep, they lose their energy and will to fight, opting to rest instead. And hopefully when you wake up they'd have forgotten that they were fighting, or the cause of their fight (eg irritability due to lack of rest) will have been resolved.

'tisn't true, of course, because I'm no science student and I know nothing of what's going on inside my head. My headache hasn't quite gone away but I've slept 2 hours so I'm going to do something (more) productive instead baibai

When neither parties would budge, nothing gets done

2010-01-31T12:50:00.000+08:00

I don't understand some idiots in the trading forums. Both parties wouldn't offer. How to trade like that?

Thread starter: I want to buy coconuts! Looking for coconuts! Need many coconuts! (yeah some people do sound that idiotic)
Idiot #1: What is the best price u can give me for 200 coconuts?
Me: 350 coconuts for 10 pieces of gold.
Idiot #2: I have 500 coconuts. What do u offer?
Idiot #1: How many gold pieces can u give? How many silver pieces can u give? How many gold + silver pieces can u give? *

Thread starter: [to Idiot #2] What are u looking for? I have [insert long list of items]
Idiot #3**: 200 coconuts for 6 pieces of gold***
Idiot #2: How much do u offer for [insert rare item 1] & [insert rare item 2]?****

okay i'm tired of writing because it goes on like this, but they spent 3 pages asking each other to offer. At the end of 3 pages Idiot #2 agreed to trade an undisclosed amount of gold for one of the rare items mentioned above.

I think I should just start my own thread selling fruits.

* I smell greediness. Very strong smell
** yes, I know la. Very complicated right. SMALL BRAINS YOU HAVE IF YOU THINK SO.
*** much worse than my offer. Anyone with brains + a bit of mathematical skill would rather trade with me. Unless if the thread starter doesn't have more than 6 pieces of gold. Then too bad lor.
**** JUST OFFER ALREADY.

The obligatory after-exam blog post (belated)

2009-12-17T16:02:00.001+08:00

Lately I've been neglecting my blog again =D

I did not even recommence blogging after my exams were over because I've been too busy catching up with my abandoned Facebook games. Which reminds me ... I haven't unfrozen my Fairy Garden. Or whatever that application is called.

Pet Society during christmas is awesome because my pet is a millionaire (i bet yours isn't XD) , but I'm poor in Country Story because I trade away everything for PS coins lol. Cafe World is awesome too because I don't like Restaurant City, I don't like applications that require you to add 563845384528552856285628562869366836572654 people to advance in the game. How people do all that but not receive infraction by Facebook is one of life's mysteries *sarcastic

I don't feel like talkng about FB applications anymore because there's a long list of them in my profile. Anyway I'd rather talk about books instead. My best friend lent me a Georgette Heyer book today! *looking forward to read. But I'm reasonably sure that the winning formula will be repeated as a variation. I can always predict who ends up with who. Or who is killed by who. Kinda like Agatha Christie except I don't really want to imagine all those ways to murder people described in her novels ...

MILES BETTER THAN DAN BROWN THOUGH. ROBERT LANGTON IS THE MOST PESTIFEROUS, DISINFORMING FICTIONAL HARVARD PROFESOR EVER TO BE COMMEMORATED ON PAPER.

Yes, I'm very slanderous. That's one of my greatest gifts. Thank you.

Oh well. I'm starting to feel obliged to slander every book I've ever read wtf. Please ignore the above and pretend I am a nice person. Because I do genuinely like the Chrestomanci series. I wish there are more of them. I also like the Hannibal series although both the series are kinda like ... polar opposites, but I'm the kind of person who reads all kinds of genre anyway. Well ... except chic lit. I can't abide by chic lit. I don't think the term "literature" should be part of it. That's an insult to Shakespeare. *random and inviting repercussions

Goodness I love glitches! The word sound so nice =P Reminds me of glitter! ...... eewwww.

Going home soon because it's evening already. Hmmm, I wonder if I can demand evening walks if I visit somebody. =)

"Me no likey" <--- what type of English is that? Cute English? Harhar.

2009-11-19T17:37:00.002+08:00

Don't like places with sockets but not electrically powered. What are the sockets for? Decoration? How pretty.

Don't like places supposedly "wifi-enabled" but even though you're connected to the wifi network, you can't even load Yahoo. Wifi-connected indeed. Extremely annoying when the signal strength is "Very Good" or "Excellent". Yeah right.

Don't like free wifi that are forever "acquiring network address". They NEVER do acquire it. ***

Don't like places playing the same CD of songs throughout the day. It's fine if you're there for up to an hour. But the whole day? Bleh. Pity the workers there too.

Yesterday was at this place (won't say where. Can be ANYWHERE. College, mall, on the way home, in the sky) I saw this young woman with her beau. She's wearing dating clothes ie tighter, fancier, etc. White top with matching shorts. But really, people with really obvious tummy fat like her shouldn't wear clothes like that hahahaha they look horrible rather than nicer T___T I bet that guy never put his hand around her waist. Unless if he's into tummy fat, I guess.

They finished whatever they were doing [i'm not telling. Hoh.] and left. End of observation story.

End of this post, too.

*** 90% of the time, in MY experience. Poor me.

If I could kill people without going to prison/hell/prison

2009-11-18T11:45:00.000+08:00

My break time and I'm very bored waiting for something that needs to be done - nothing much to do atm so blahblah I decided to write.

This will be a veiled ranting post because I am not at liberty to reveal certain facts and identities in public, but one of the things I want to complain abt is certain ppl I meet on a weekly basis (sometimes more, sometimes less. Depends on God.) Anybody would get sick of being asked the same question by the same person(s) every single time they look upon your face.

I'd give an example.

"Do you know that there are FOUR actors in Meteor Garden? That's why they're called F4. Stands for Flower Four."

Things like that (gah). Every. Single. Time. You think I'm interested? I don't even listen much to chinese music nowadays. YOU are interested, and just because you are, it doesn't mean everyone else is. I don't even know if F4 has 4 members in it or 5. I mean, if a new member joins them, they can't very well change their name to F5. You know what F5 means, right?

Annoying things that people generally ask repeatedly and how to answer them (if you want to get kicked off the building) ***

1) Are you working yet?

Ohh, yes. I worked for my mum. She pays me RM5 to wash the toilet every Sunday. I always washed it appalingly so that I get another RM5 to wash the toilet again on Monday. It's awesome.

2) Where/What are you studying?

I'm studying your face. What face lotion do you use? I mean, I think you should use [Insert beauty cosmetic brand] for your face. I heard it's good for wrinkles.

3) My niece studies in the same college as you. Same subject, too.
(Bear in mind that there are xx, xxx students doing exactly just that)

Yeah. I saw her kissing her bf in the lift last Friday.

4) I have a [insert relation (brother, sister, uncle, etc) who works as a lecturer in your college.

My college employs 45342644264421645164t51 lecturers. Which one?

5) I went to your college last month to attend [insert function].

oh. Oh. OH. So THAT'S why they blocked off that entire area to spray disinfectant. I thought what happened.

*** Disclaimer: Stuff written in the Q&A session is all fake nonsense that should not be taken seriously unless if you're an idiot and can't help thinking that I'm serious. In that case, it's not your fault. I totally understand. Poor you.

Lack of inspiration = Lots of nonsense

2009-11-12T18:01:00.000+08:00

It's been a while since I last posted and I've been feeling the need to churn out another post BUT I LACK INSPIRATION because there doesn't seem anything to make fun of or insult T_T and I'm in no mood to compliment anyone or anything because I'm sour like that =P I HATE COMPLIMENTING people. Especially when I don't think they deserve it. They often don't.

So if u can think of anything u would like me to step on and crush into pancake feel free to tell me. Or you may compliment me for the pancakes I've crushed in the past. I don't mind hoh. The End.

Okay not the end yet. I want to talk about the stupid kids sushi in Sakae Sushi that I saw when I walked past the shop. They've new kiddy sushi plates like this horribly ugly one

Sushi #1

It's called Puppy Love. What love? When I see it I feel hatred. You know why? Because this ugly potato puppy look like Pet Society's Mayor

But more tame la. Must be the Mayor's secret son that we know nothing about.

Let me tell you this: I HATE pet society's Mayor. Whenever the game crashes (which it does often, sometimes with no apparent reason whatsoever) and I suspect it's because there aren't servers (or even ONE server) for the game. The whole thing ran off laptops, I found out from Playfish forum somewhere.

So every time the game crashes, you get to see a bigass pic of the mayor at his HelpDesk (which doesn't help at all). So I hate hate hate hate hate the Mayor. The End.

Sushi #2

Pink bunny - with white face? O_o Hahahahaha at first we thought the white face was mayo (way to go, feeding your kids such huge blobs of mayo) and then we found out it was hard boiled egg heh. Aside from the prettiness of the dish (epic fail) I bet it taste as nice as it looks.

Why is the bunny's nose so pointed? Pinocchio ar? T__T

Want to comment about the "flower garden" also but cannot find pic. The End (for real). Thanks for reading. I enjoyed "complimenting" these new sushi dishes.

The guest-blogger who didn't end up guest-blogging. I wrote the whole thing myself.

2009-11-11T17:59:00.001+08:00

Today I was walking somewhere - wouldn't tell you where because my father reads my blog, I think, and he's one of the most annoyingly kepoh person I've ever known.

So this post wouldn't be about me - it's about my friend, who would like to blog about the people she knows (relatives, family members, etc) and the problem is, she's given her blog link to her mother, so she may read her blog, and u can't blog about the people who read your blog (or so she says) especially if it's so obvious. So much for a "private" blog that isn't really private at all.

Her sister is quite cool (not sure what this means yet cos I'm typing as she talks) for example, there's this thing she found out about her sister that she's never really noticed (even after nearly 20 years). It's about the 2-pin plugs. Usually people would use a pen to hold down the top part of the socket so that you can plug the 2 pic plug but her sis would use 1 of the 2 pins to plug into the top part of the socket and quickly plug the other pin into one of the bottom holes. So many 2-pin plugs in the house are now crooked. Hahahahahahaha.

Another matter is about her mother (since I offered this blog post for her to rant about the relatives who read her blog). Her mother would comment that it's sad that only the dog would greet her when she returns home. Everybody else would be doing their own things. I personally do not know if many families are like that, but my mother would like me to open the door for her when she comes home. But I digress. The thing is, there are plenty of times when my friend greets her mother when the latter returns home, But I think it is human nature, to remember the bad things (like returning to a dark, unlighted house because everyone would be upstairs) and forget the nice things (when people do greet her when she comes back)

I feel like eating ice-cream.

My own freakiing dream analysis

2009-11-02T10:15:00.000+08:00

There is this new thread in the Playfish forum about dream analysis which I felt is really quite stupid because ANYBODY can analyse dreams if only you're creative enoough to make up some bunch of nonsense. So to prove it I will tell you my latest dream and analyse it for you.

Last night I dreamt that it was lunch hour and I was eating waffles with my boss and colleague. This does not make sense because I'm a student and not working yet. My colleague is a boot-licker who wanted to impress our boss. When the waffles came I knew that the Boss wanted to eat with wasabi (wtf) but the colleague didn't know and ended up soaking the waffle with soy sauce instead. The boss wasn't impressed. Then I got a pinch on my arm and opened my eyes and my mum was laughing at me. She freaking stopped the dream halfway because she thought it would be funny to pinch me. Sometimes my mum acts as though I am a living doll.

My analysis of the above dream is as follows.
I dreamt about food because I didn't eat much of dinner last night and my mind knew it and was telling me subconsciously. No mystery about that. And waffles - I haven't eaten waffles in ages. So yeah. It means I have a craving for waffles.

Waffles are crispy brown and warm. It means that I need a blanket and my room is too cold. Or not cold enough. Whatever.

I dreamt about working life because I've been studying quite a while and should graduate soon. to graduate I need to pass exams and my mind is telling me .... STUDY.

Boot-licker is easy. It just means that there are annoying people everywhere and they wouldn't leave me alone, not even in my dreams.

They screwed up, as always, and they come to me to complain about it. How sad.

Wasabi and soy sauce is a reference to Japanese food. It shows how I always want to eat Japanese but end up eating something else instead.

ALL TRUE. I'm brilliant at this.

Ulcer and Dream. Hahahahaha. Yeah I know this is a stupid title. Hahahahaha.

2009-10-18T21:28:00.000+08:00

This will be a text-only post because I'm horrible like that.

I'll start with two recent dreams I've been having. The first dream involves me on holiday in a foreign country and visiting a bunch of caves (how strange) and there was this special cave with a hidden entrance that the tour guide neglected mentioning but somebody there knew about it (apparently it is famous) so the tour guide asked us all to guess where the entrance is. While everybody was guessing I found it and slipped through it and walked along this really dark and narrow (and quite long) entrance that later opened up to a wide, bright cave with white walls except the huge wall right in front of me which was painted Japanese style with a red sun and probably a geisha woman in a red kimono.

The cave is actually situated above the cold sea waters and beyond the aforementioned described wall I saw was a scenic scenery of the dark ocean waters with blocks of ice and huge snow-white topped mountains in the distance. Though it should be impossible for me to know that, being in the cave, but in dreams the most ridiculous things are possible. At least I saw something beautiful.

As I was looking at the scenic view (though I should be staring at the painting), I walked forwards without thinking and fell. And I thought, oh, no, this cave is going to collapse (this part is really insulting and makes no sense. As though I'm a rhino or elephant jumping on the cave floor. Though if that happened in real life I would've thought the same thing because I'm paranoid that way) So I looked up expecting to see cracks forming on the walls but there were none. And I thought, "where are the cracks?" and THEN cracks started appearing.

The 2 other women in the cave that were there when I entered that I neglected mentioning because they aren't important screamed and the 3 of us ran helter-skelter back to the narrow entrance but just as I reached I suddenly remembered that I was carrying this huge bag when I fell and I left it there. So I ran back but the edge of the cave has already broken into huge pieces and turned into ice blocks (u can see the scenic view now but I was too occupied to admire it) and my bag was on this piece of ice block quite far away.

So I jumped onto the nearest ice-block and that was a really huge and stupid thing to do because I could fall and drown in the cold waters and even if I don't drown I'd probably freeze to death. That's what one of the woman was thinking too because she screamed "your skin!"

Which now feels very ludicrous and everyone I told it to expressed their surprise. Anyway, I jumped on the ice blocks one after another and reached my bag, took it up, and jumped my way back. Like a kangaroo. But with hands. I almost slipped and fell at the end (because the ice blocks are floating away from the cave every second) but I made it yay.

I always seem to be having such adventurous dreams. I wonder what my subsconcious mind is trying to tell me. Maybe to exercise more, according to my mum.

First dream ends. Second dream, I cannot remember T___T I need somebody to remind me what it was. Meanwhile I'll just talk about something worse than stupid dreams.

Everybody active on Pet Society currently most probably are anticipating the approaching Halloween-themed week; so I'm going to talk about something horrifyingly unbelievable that happened to me because I'm so unfortunate. Which involves an ulcer, and not just any ulcer, but an ulcer beneath a tongue. Who gets ulcers beneath their tongues? Only me T______T

And who gets ulcers on a major VEIN, beneath their tongue? Only me again T_____T

So now I can't move my tongue without it hurting frightfully. It's probably just like having toothache, but beneath the tongue. But I can't be sure because I don't recall having toothache.

Well, FML because after bathing just now I took a look at my ulcer and IT HAS GROWN BIGGER.

愛さない Aisanai - Kiroro

2009-10-11T14:36:00.000+08:00

I need a new mp3 player because my current mp3 player has such low battery life that I have to recharge mine every day and that's really annoying. I had for about 5 years already and sometimes some of the buttons wouldn't work and that's really stupid.

But since it is still working and a new one would cost like, a few hundred bucks, I'm stuck with it until it dies out on my one day. Recently I've been listening to the same old songs again and again and getting really bored, but then I heard this song in Enya's car and found out the title and singer from her. Then I went back home, switched on my laptop, and promptly forgot all about it.

Until 2 days later when I suddenly remembered (having exhausted my list of things-to-do-when-my-modem-is-switched-on) so I googled it and downloaded the song. And it's now on repeat mode =)

Romanji lyrics:
aisa nai

aisa nai aise nai no yo
betsu betsu no micho wo aruki hajimeta
nikuma nai nikume nai no yo
ichido wa ai shita hito dakara

kiss (kisu) no shigata mo ondo mo oboete iru kedo
koe wo koroshite naku noto ni narete shimatta mitai

motto motto kono te de motto motto ai wo
motto motto anata ni furete ita katta
zutto ai shite ru zutto omotte iru
zutto ai shite ru zutto omotte iru

shinji nai shinji rare nai ushinau mono nado nai hazu na noni
wasure tai wasure rare nai anata no nukumori nokotte iru

sono egao mo nakigao mo oboete iru kedo
yatto mitsuketa ai sae ima wa mou todoka nai

motto motto kono te de motto motto ai wo
motto motto anata ni furete ita katta
motto motto kono te de motto motto ai wo
motto motto anata ni furete ita katta
zutto ai shite ru zutto omotte iru
zutto ai shite ru zutto omotte iru

aisa nai aise nai no yo
nikuma nai nikume nai no yo

English translation:
I don't love you

I don't love you I can't love you!
You and I have already began to go on our separate ways
I don't hate you I can't hate you!
At the very least, you were once my love

How we kiss, and the temperature, while I still remember
It seems that I've already gotten myself used to crying in silence

More, more, this hand More, more, (experiences / anticipates) love
More, more, I always wanted to come into contact with you
All along, I'm in love with you All along, I'm thinking of you
All along, I'm in love with you All along, I'm thinking of you

I don't believe I can't believe Even though nothing was lost, or anything
I wish to forget I can't forget Your warmth still remains

Those smiles and tears, while I still remember
Even if it's love that took great pains to discover Now, it's already beyond reach

More, more, this hand More, more, (experiences / anticipates) love
More, more, I always wanted to come into contact with you
More, more, this hand More, more, (experiences / anticipates) love
More, more, I always wanted to come into contact with you
All along, I'm in love with you All along, I'm thinking of you
All along, I'm in love with you All along, I'm thinking of you

I don't love you I can't love you!
I don't hate you I can't hate you!

Such sad lyrics! Lol

Recounting my life the way I lived it in my mind

2009-10-01T12:34:00.000+08:00

Yesterday we walked in the rain, my Gemini twin and I. It may have been a rather crazy thing to do, running the risk of chills and all, yes, I know. I've always loved the rain; to me the sound of it tapping against the window panes sounds like the water drops saying "let me in", and as a child I'd always wanted to answer that call. But that, was something I'd never been able to do. My grandmother would shut all the windows I left open, and draw the curtains across. Now, my grandmother is a relatively friendly person, but that struck me as one of the most unfriendly gestures I'd ever seen of her.

Yesterday's walk was one of the most beautiful walks I ever had, and one of the reasons was the rain. It started when I was in the bus; one of those new buses with clean-looking cushioned seats and lots of leg space, and non-leaking conditioning. We were nodding off before the bus stopped at Pyramid. From there we'd walk to college. Usually I walk alone, but yesterday my twin was with me.

We left the people grouped around in the shade of the building porch and walked across the empty square. Nobody else walked with us, it was like being alone in the world; our world. There were lots of clouds in the sky, we saw lighting, but did not hear thunder. We hurried; and soon left the tiles behind. Then it became a game of navigating around the puddles of water. The edges of our jeans became soaked, and the raindrops fell unto our clothes and hair.

The first part of our walk ended when we passed a huge black gate, and as we passed it a tabby cat with green eyes brushes pass us, its paws neatly avoiding the wet puddles. We saw it stop in front of a particularly huge puddle, stretching out about 5 wide steps. It held out a paw and daintily touched the surface of the water, as if of curiosity, then it made its way around instead, tail in the air.

We laughed and made our way forward, rain pattering around our feet, causing ripples on the surface of the puddles we sidestepped. Ahead of us stretched a canopy of trees, and have you tried shaking a tree branch laden with drops of water? You will get drenched all over, but it does not matter since you're drenched already anyway.

And on we walked, breathing in the cool morning air of the flavour of rain, as fresh as it only ever was during rather than after. Part two of our walk ended at a red wall of bricks.

The last part begins on the road commencing on the other side of the wall, it leads you to the side gate of the college eventually. As we stepped through the threshold it was like entering into another world; hitherto we travelled alone, but now we were joined by others. Before we beheld silence, but now we hear human activity - a radio playing Hindi songs, a gate creaking shut, a car in the distance. We passed a small mosque, more like a big room devoted to praying, and outside a Malay couple smiled at us.

And we entered the mini park.

The mini park, as I call it, is a section beside the campus that must be passed through in order to reach the side gates, as there are no back gates. It is a small patch of land, full of green grass and growing trees, and dandelions peeping up from beside your feet. Walls on our left, decorated with bushes of flowers, trees lining our way on the right, pavement beneath our feet. For all the world like a red carpet. Thus we reached the side gate, dripping wet but happy.

Do you see yet, the transforming power of imagination? I've changed a walk of solitude (which I do enjoy just as much as company), to a walk with a friend. I imagined away thunder, turned the task of never-ending sidestepping puddles into a game. I left out the smell of trash, rotting fruits dropped from trees, rodent droppings. Rain became not an obstacle, or hindrance, when you have to walk without an umbrella, but an enjoyment, enhancing the walk.

I wrote this as an overdue promise, for the lack of better word, because it wasn't exactly a promise, to blog about imagination. This probably wasn't the perspective I was expected to use, which was more of the factual point of view (ironic because it was about imagination) and my style has always been of story-telling, though I do enjoy musings.

Comments are, as always, very much appreciated.

A piece from the Attic Library

2009-08-28T00:04:00.002+08:00

Feeling very proud and happy at the moment ^__^

But I bet this feeling wouldn’t last. Yeah, because I just remembered that my right index finger is hurting for no apparent reason so I can’t type properly, nor can I write T__T

Anyway, I was feeling proud and happy because I just cleared a big shelf and arranged my collection of storybooks very neatly on it. Those books were scattered all over the house and I carried them in armfuls into the room. Now they look like this:

From the inner layer, at the leftmost is my copy of the Chronicles of Narnia, and I liked this version very much because all 7 books are in it, plus a number of illustrations at the beginning of each chapter. I bought it cheap, around RM30, which is probably the price of every book if bought individually XD

Then there are 2 Goosebumps books by R.L. Stein, the kind where you can choose what happens next. My favourite of the two is a story about a themepark, and you can choose which attraction you want to go for XD and half the time you die and there’s almost no happy ending at all XD

Then the next 26 books are Enid Blyton. I have more, one is on the floor next to me at the moment and I seem to have misplaced my copy of the Pantomime Cat, but the bulk of them are there. Firstly the Five Find-Outers series (the only series that are actually arranged in sequence); then St Clare series, and lastly Malory Towers. I had huge difficulty looking for the Fifth Formers in St Clare until I was looking for more books amongst the stacks of … stuff; in the same room and spied it hiding in one of the piles.

After the 6 blue Malory Towers books starts my collection of Harry Potter series. Also haphazardly arranged. I have the whole collection, but I don’t count Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them; nor do I count the Quidditch book or the Tales of Beedle the Bard; because I don’t have those three.

The last two books in the inner layer are Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight and New Moon. I don’t have the other two nor am I intending to buy them in the near future because I don’t like them that much; I rather read on screen.

I feel like I’m having a love affair with semi-colons T___T

Now for the outer row of books. Leftmost is a copy of Stories for Girls that once belonged to an aunt of mine. It’s full of delightful and not-so-delightful short stories. I am certain that Stories for Boys exist because I’ve once seen a copy of it in my old school library.

Next is a Rough Guide to Internet that I would not ordinarily read, but it actually belonged to my grandfather and he “lent” it to me and I never returned it. He also lent me another book, but it’s all to do with mineral stones, very boring. I faithfully read halfway through then Fate intervened and I accidentally lost the page but forgot where and never looked for it again.

Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden is another of my favourites, because of the descriptive language used. Probably one of the most poetical stories I ever read that wasn’t actually a poem. My cousin did not like it because it was too “technical” =P But anyway, I was very curious about Mameha’s story, which was never told. The nearest I could find online is a fanfiction in which Mameha thought that the life of a geisha is like a “roller-coaster”. As though roller coasters existed in the early 1900s.

After that are the Time Travelers series of 4 books. Essentially a love story of a couple who belonged to two different centuries. One of them was born in the late 20st century and was taken back 100 years through time, to the past glory of a mansion that was to be demolished in her day. That’s the nicer part. The not-so-nice part are the historical inaccuracies. The feel of it is just wrong. I’m pretty sure people who lived a hundred years ago speak English differently, even in America. That’s why I don’t like reading historical novels by modern authors.

Chinese Cinderella is also historical; rather, but the difference is that it is more of a biography and the author knows more or less what she was talking about. I would like a copy of Falling Leaves too, I think I’d buy that next when I find one about RM30 because I don’t like paying more than that for books. There’s also a third book I would like, but I forgot what it is called. Very long title. Something about gold.

Horror is next; my copy of Hannibal Rising, fourth book in the Hannibal series by Thomas Harris. I also have a copy of Hannibal and it’s somewhere in the house. I don’t have the other two though.

After that are Pugalenthii and Russell Lee books. All ghost stories, and I’m not up to date with RL. I only have the whole collection up to 14, it seems; and Book #20 is probably already out. My copies of book #12 & #13 are somewhere in the house. I also like many of Pugalenthii stories but there’s plenty of spelling & grammatical errors in some and reading them felt like cheap thrills. But then, I got those books cheap so nevermind la.

The Enchanted Island is a book of short stories, although the title didn’t sound like it would be sure a book XD Those stories are Shakespearian plays told in a story form. My favourite is “The Wild Cat”, from the Taming of the Shrew. Romeo and Juliet are omitted but I never liked that particular story much anyway. Except the nightingale and the lark part that I found very funny for some reason.

Next is another collection of short stories. There are TWO such books. I don’t know what happened to the other one but I read it recently.

Mistress of Spices everyone should be familiar with. Shame on you if you haven’t heard of it =P
Actually I’m just getting lazy to type.

But I want to talk about Daphne Du Maurier. She is an author who wrote intriguing books IMHO. My favourite is Rebecca. I liked the Jamaican Inn, and this book The Scapegoat that I bought for RM10 (ONLY. HAHAHA) is not bad either. But it took me quite long to read it because I wasn’t in the mood for a complicated tale.

I only have two Georgette Heyer books =) Her books are expensive. I found a place selling her books for RM17 each but they don’t have Friday’s Child and I was sorely disappointed. Recently I read the Grand Sophy. She was not bad, but I felt that some characters are starting to feel similar.

The last three are classics. Wuthering Heights, Pride & Prejudice and Jane Eyre. I suspect that when I mentioned I was reading Jane Eyre once, the response I received was “Which books?” Oh well. You see, Jane Eyre was a book written by one of the Bronte sisters of a heroine of the same name. How strange it was, that I only have 3 books of what was supposedly my favourite genre.
But I haven’t collected all the classic that I liked. One day I should probably blog about all the books I want; but the classics would include works by Frances Hodgson Burnett, Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte, Sherlock Holmes stories, and I should probably say Charles Dickens but I was never truly a fan of his works. I want Les Miserables too. And Anne of Green Gables series. Yes, LMM is classic already.

So you see, I read all kinds of books, but I seem to have a liking for many children books. But then, I’m not yet 20 so it wasn’t THAT long ago when I was the age to read kiddy books myself. But the books that I’ve never been able to swallow are the Peter and Jane books. Thank goodness I never had any of them.

No chic lit books for me either! You’re welcome to them though =P

The “Be A Hoh” Campaign

2009-08-18T21:57:00.001+08:00

The Hoh people (also known as THE Hohs, or the High-and-Highty Hohs) are pleased to announce that for a small fee of RM100 you can be an AWESOME Hoh for a day. Available until 30th August only. No fake Hohs allowed on National Day.

Be A Hoh!

Being a Hoh has many advantages. The Hoh people are “hot”. Not room temperature hot. They are also an excessively boring set of Hohs, but nobody ever remembers that because they’d be too busy fanning themselves when a Hoh comes into the same room. The Hohs are in high demand in cold countries. However, if annoyed, they will punish you by being extra boring (a very horrid thing to do). That’s why some people say “Horrid as a Hoh”.

But! Being a Hoh is better than being a Hah, a Heh, a Huh or a Hih. (According to the Hohs, anyway.) They are honest people - sometimes. As proof, they have offered the following knowledge: “Side effect of being a Hoh = skin disease the colour of a tie. Once criss-cross pattern appears, it is too late to go to the doctor.”

Background of all the clans
(Compiled by independent parties. No Hohs are involved.)

The Huhs are the worst of them all. They are a confused lot. There’s no market to be an AWESOME Huh because being a Huh is not awesome at all. In fact, the Huhs are among the best customers of the Hohs. Except on National Day. (Refer advertisement above)

The Hahs, on the other hand, are a loud, boisterous lot. Their laughter shakes the roof (and the floors), and they could be called a jolly lot (also sometimes known as the Earthquakes). However, they have very hot tempers - that generally do not last more than a second or two, and therefore of little consequence.

(Back to the Huhs, who thinks they hadn’t had their turn yet) The temper of the Huhs rival those of the Hahs (but lasts much longer). The Huhs did not like being (generally) an unpopular lot. They fought among themselves & their most notable achievement is in boxing. Every time they punch something they go “Huh!” The only exception is when they punch or kick a Hah. In which case they would say “Hah! Take that!”

The Hehs are a group of demented people having something wrong with their brains (unconfirmed). They encourage this view (but not on purpose) by laughing creepily in variations of hehehe.

Eg. “he … he … he …”
“heh heh heh”
“HEHE!”

They are also vainpots, constantly gracing their mirrors with reflections of themselves.

The Hihs are friendly people, possibly the nicest around. They are also quiet, which is why they don’t like the Hahs very much, and they are declared the most incompatible with each other. The Hahs and Hihs are also popular writing material for romance (fiction). But most of the time, the characters are distorted so much that they no longer resemble neither a Hah nor a Hih. However, romance novels are always inaccurate (especially historical romance) so nobody minds.

The Hoh people had long since forgotten that they were supposed to laugh “Hohoho” (because “Hahaha” was copyrighted, patented, restricted, bla bla bla by the Hahs and they have obtained an injunction to prevent the Hohs - and everybody else - from hahaha-ing. Selfish bastards.) The Hohs were thought to be “descendants of Santa Clause” by their friends and “idiotic masqueraders” by their enemies.

Become a Hoh today!

Any further questions may be asked in the comment box below. Thank you.

Written by karyn531 & minasete on behalf of Mr. Hoh who is unfortunately unavailable for comment due to the notorious Tie Disease (but no criss cross patterns on the face yet)

Fine cognac vs stale beer

2009-07-16T13:08:00.000+08:00

Quote of the day:
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
- Francis Bacon

Isn't it a pity to drink stale beer always, when fine cognacs like 100-year old brandy are within reach?

*~*~*~*~*

If you suspect me of a hidden and probably unpalatable meaning, you're probably right XD There are in fact more than one issue hidden above. Let me just say that I have no objection towards those who prefer to drink stale beer, or freshly brewed beer, or beer left overnight and is stale but doesn't taste stale yet.

I know of those who drink all kinds of beer, and they have at least earned the right to review the various types of beer they have drunk. But isn't it unfair for them to review the types of beer they have not drunk merely on the basis that they have drunk many types of beer. They may also have not tried champange, wine, brandy, etc so that does not give them the right nor the viewpoint to pass their judgements on those achohols either.

The above is one issue. Second issue is why do some alchoholics want to drink only a certain type of alchohol when there are much better counterparts easily available to them. If it is a matter of preference, I can understand, and will not dispute with, even when the alchoholic drank a 100-year-old brandy and said he prefers the beer, stale though it may be. It is fine by me, because I couldn't care less, but when Issue #2 clashes with Issue #1, well, frankly, it annoys the hell out of me.

There is an Issue #3, but it is rather sensitive. To make a jest out of it, maybe the alchoholic who prefers to drink stale beer did so partly because he regarded it as his duty to consume them all before they become too bad for digestion. It would be a waste to throw them away, no? XD

Hmm, that's all I have to say XD

Something shameless to do because you’re hungry

2009-07-15T14:05:00.001+08:00

Well actually, not just when you're hungry, but more like when you're given a "no purchase required" voucher for a small amount of money (say, RM8.90) when you're not exactly adverse to eating something. Most people would probably go to the restaurant to redeem the voucher + buy a drink. But let's say you know the restaurant, and you know the drinks are ridiculously overpriced (cold green tea = RM3.90) and you do not fancy the food they serve … if you're shameless, like me, you could enter the restaurant anyway, try the free dish, decline their repeated invitations to order a drink, finish the food and get up to go.

So basically that's exactly what I did. Someone commented that "no purchase required" does not sound like a good idea, because there would surely be people who would take advantage of it. *ahem* They should give out vouchers like "minimum purchase RM5" but when I mentioned this to a friend, she said that they probably tried to do just that, but it didn't work very well XD

If you still do not know which restaurant I'm referring to, it's Tokyo G, previously known as Sushi Groove. I've tried the food there before, once or twice, and I didn't like it much. They tried to produce "modern sushi", but for those dishes I tried, the ingredients they put in did not blend well. Say for instance the free RM8.90 dish I tried of chicken katsu something. It came with chili sauce on top, which was the undoing of the whole dish because it tasted horrible.

I wouldn't say too any negative things about that place, just … it is my opinion that it wouldn't hurt for them to review & make some changes in their recipes. Like replacing the chili sauce aforementioned with a sauce that would blend better and compliment the taste of the rest of the dish instead of clashing with it, because removing it entirely would probably make the dish taste plain.

I also didn't like the way they cooked their inari sushi. Picture below.

Inari. Can't remember the dish's precise name - they have ridiculous names ...I think this is called Flying Geisha? Wtf yes, it IS flying geisha ... confirmed. This is actually an inari dish, and the inari is fried, there's a piece of peanut on top. And rice inside of course. And the sauce reminded me of teriyaki.

Dynamite - Essentially just a ball of rice, with a small piece of salmon atop, and orange mayo sauce.

Mayonnaise Dream Roll - This is salmon sushi, but the piece of salmon is rather small, like Dynamite, and also the same sauce atop. Oh and in both dishes, the salmon isn't raw, it's cooked.

I am quite sure that the post did not end here. Publishing from Microsoft Word sucks and I can't recall what is supposed to be here except more insults heaped on Tokyo G so it's good FOR THEM that I retain no record of what I'd written.

The miscarriage dream - as strange a thing as I know not.

2009-06-15T00:45:00.001+08:00

... and so I had this strange dream.

I dreamt I had a miscarriage. That was the commencement, but then I dreamt that I became pregnant again. Before I was due for labour, my husband, whoever he is (since it's a freaking dream), went jungle trekking with 2 friends.

I said 'jungle trekking' for the lack of better word, but what they were actually doing was to climb or attempt to climb, a tree. It sounds silly being written like this, but that tree is no ordinary tree. In many aspects it is like the Faraway Tree; it reaches up to the clouds, there are probably plentiful of wildlife living on the branches and in its trunks; and I wouldn't be surprised if it grows cherries at one corner and acorns higher up.

(The last sentence is partly, but highly influenced by my imagination)

While my husband applied himself to jungle trekking with his friends, I was dining with a girl friend, and at one point I tripped, being clumsy and heavy and fat. As a consequence I nearly had a second miscarriage =(

Somehow or other I was transported to a hospital and they called up my husband down from somewhere up the tree (I bet he was nowhere near the treetop) and I saw (since this is a dream) as though from a narrator's perspective, the tree itself.

It looked like a normal tree, with large green leaves on immense branches, but nothing in comparison to its gigantic trunk; and the most fascinating thing of all is that it hangs a few feet off the ground. How unrealistic, but how intriguing! =)

So my husband (yeah I know he's non-existent, but as I said, it's just a freaking dream) skimmed down the tree in a hurry, and he rushed to the hospital with his friends. It was at that point when I recognised 2 faces out of 3 and realised who they were.

I probably shouldn't reveal their identity though XD

Never mind I'll give a few hints later on. Anyway, the doctor said that I must go for operation to deliver the baby, and I must change into more suitable clothes for it. So that's what I did, and we were all grouped outside the operation theatre; with my husband saying a whole load of encouraging stuff (in real life this would make me exceedingly impatient, whether others may think it is sweet or not) and I was looking at him when he was talking (probably stuff like "don't be afraid") and I glanced behind him at his friend who was wearing a T-shirt with the numbers 42 on it, but backwards.

(The above is an innuendo devoid of malicious implications.)

USE YOUR IMAGINATION

(if you don't get it, never mind. You're just missing out on a joke heh heh heh)

So I repeat, for Enya's sake, that I was looking at my husband, and then I looked past him to glance at his friend wearing the 24 T-shirt. My husband noticed me looking, so I looked back at him and kissed him on the lips. Then I walked into the operation theatre.

This last part of my dream is foggy, but I recall climbing onto the operating table and lying on it. There was a jerk downwards, a falling sensation, and I woke up.

The End.

I hope you enjoyed reading about my dream *sarcastic*

p.s. When I woke up, I kept on feeling my stomach. It was a great change, because I felt so fat in the dream wtf

Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

2008-07-31T17:42:00.002+08:00

Also known as The Fabulous Destiny of Amelie Poulain. Ai-Suan asked me how did I find the movie, and I thought it was worth a blog post, so here I am, blogging about it ^____^

I wouldn't bother about the synopsis, because anyone's who's interested could go to IMDB to read it anyway. What I am going to say is how nice the movie was, and what I like about it, and ta-dah! What I dislike about it. My favourite past time - finding faults hehe wth.

The story begins with the narrator giving you a lot of irrelevant information about things you do not need to know, but nevertheless, very amusing. It started with this old man who just came back from the funeral of his best friend, and he was erasing said best friend's name from his contacts book. It is very sad, and it reminds me of something I heard one old man say to another in a different movie and never forgot - "We seem to have reached the age where life stops giving us things and starts taking them away".

Can anybody guess which movie that was.

Picture from Wikipedia

Oh, and I must say that the window behind the sad old man had a view of the Basilique du Sacré-Cœur, which I've been to and loved. The church is 6 years short of a century old, but looks simply beautiful - a must-visit landmark if you ever go to Paris. It is situated at the summit of Montmartre butte, visible from Eiffel tower, and the movie is filmed around the Montmarte district, so you see the Basilica quite a lot. Not that I'm complaining. Hats off to those of you who know how it is like to see a place you've been to and loved on tv. It is simply wonderful, and one of the things I like the most about this movie.

Anyway, throughout the the narrator was babbling, and then he gives you time to Amelie's conceptual to the second - which reminds me of Pushing Daisies, whose narrator is fond of telling the audience how old each of the characters are to the precise second. I could put up with that - though some people might think it is wasting time ;p

What I didn't like was the x-rated scenes in it. When I was at Montmarte, I noticed quite a lot of sex shops - there were 3 huge ones in a row, and put together more than I've ever seen anywhere else in Paris. In fact, the main male character in the show, Amelie's love interest, works in a sex shop. But yeah, I could do without the x-rated stuff.

The plot.

The plot could be quite slow-moving, and according to the IMDB folks, rather mundane at times. But I find some parts refreshing, and magical. When put together the show is really worth my time watching, but it's kinda hard to describe it so that people could feel the magic without watching it.

For instance, I liked it when Amelie match-make her colleague, a waitress like her, with one of the customers of the cafe in which they work. That was really sweet, though I could do without knowing what they did in the toilet. The toilet! So unromantic ;p

But anyway, I liked also the tricks that Amelie played on her horrid neighbour who always yells at his assistant who helps him in his fruit shop. She duplicated his house key, let herself in, and basically turned his life upside down by changing his slippers, switching his toothpaste with foot cream, putting salt into his liquor, and setting his alarm clock to 4am HAHAHAHAHA The fool went downstairs to open his shop before the sun had even risen HAHAHAHAHA.

There are also the short scenes Amelie taped for her recluse of a neighbour that convinces him how life is really worth living, she shows him the world outside from which he had separated himself from for decades, sitting at home painting a new masterpiece every year. And there is a letter she wrote and pretended to be from a deceased husband of another neighbour, so that the neighbour thought her husband had regretted leaving her at last.

Then there is Amelie's father, who had a garden gnome. The garden gnome had lived in the toolshed for years because Amelie's mother did not like it, but after she died, he took it out and put it into his garden. And because he mourned his wife so much, he devoted his time looking after the garden and doing little else - least of all fullfilling his dream of travelling around the world. I liked what Amelie did - she took the garden gnome and took pictures of it against backgrounds of famous places around the world and send them one by one to her father - so that he finally decides to fulfill his dream. That was really sweet.

This is a very touching show, and all these above are side stories. You remember them, right, Ai-Suan? These are some of my favourite parts of the show. Strange to say, I didn't really like Amelie & Nino's love story nearly so much, although they are supposed to be the highlight of the show. Nino is a strange guy whom I could not totally comprehend.

~~

Oh, I forgot to mention about the language. This show is entirely in French, but I got the version with English subtitles. I only hope the translator did a good job ;p

If I had had the notion to get the censored version as well, I would have liked the show all the more XD

Btw Amelie was played by Audrey Tantou - the same actress who portrayed Sophie Neveu in Da Vinci Code ^____^ And I really didn't recognise her in Amelie, because Amelie looks slightly maniacal lol.

I think that's all I have to say, so does this post answer your question, Ai-Suan?

Kawaii kupcake!

2008-05-20T23:13:00.000+08:00

I've had a long day at school!

And I still have quite a lot of work to complete before tomorrow morn, so I dun have much time to blog. Therefore, I shall only put up ONE picture secretly taken in class when everybody is supposed to be doing the F6 pilot paper ;p

So kawaii ^_________^ i'm in love with cupcakes now lol

And it's CHOCOLATE xD

Enya, who brought it for me, said there're other patterns too!! She brought other cupcakes some time back, purple & white cute little cupcakes for some relatives' wedding dinner *___* but I ate them all up before remembering to take any pictures T_T

Edit: Tadah!! The aforementioned purple & white cupcakes! *beams*

Honey Bear Admission Card

2007-04-28T11:08:00.000+08:00

This post is dedicated to Pow Zhi Keene. When he grows up, I will show him this post to make him cringe because I'm evil like that.

My 6-year-old little cousin occasionally does the cutest things ever. Today he asked me to fill up a biodata book of his. It is like an application form, to enter his room. I kid you not.

I had to write down my name, age, etc and after I'm done, he gave me this:

My admission card

Visitors from Australia

2007-04-21T07:30:00.000+08:00

My relatives from Australia came to visit, and they brought my presents =)

Alien pen holder

Everyone said it looked weird. But unique, no? =)

Austraian goodies

My favourite crispy rice flavoured M&Ms and Arnotts Shapes biscuits of Bacon and Cheese =)
My mother's favourite assorted cream biscuits.
Tim Tams!

Birthday cake from Secret Recipe!!

2006-10-03T13:31:00.000+08:00

Today Popo's birthday. All I did was a few sums of Add Maths =(
Then I lazed around until dinnertime =)
Heh heh heh.

Mummy went to buy Black Forest cake from Secret Recipe after work, Black Forest flavour:

I have no camera, so I googled Secret Recipe and stole this photo from their website.

Actually Popo wanted to eat durian cake, but then there's this so-called problem that "the kids do not eat durian cakes" (referring to my cousins). At length my uncle said that it's her birthday so she should be eating what she wants to eat, now what the KIDS want to eat.

They then decided to buy a durian cake (which is incidentally one of my mum's favourites), from my aunt's friend.

But unfortunately, that friend stopped selling durian cakes (because her mooncakes are selling like hot cakes at the moment) so my mum had to look elsewhere (Read: Secret Recipe) for the said cake. She made a call to SR and they told her that they do not sell durian cakes at the moment either because, according to them, durians are apparently out of season.

I'd always thought durians are all year round nowadays, not like 20 years ago. Futhermore Mummy recalled seeing durian cake at one of the SR branch in One Utama.

But she was informed that SR received a memo a weel ago that the durian season are officially over so they are not to sell durian cakes any longer. Mummy went to SR in Taman Megah, they're selling cheese cakes there, ALL cheese cakes except Tiramisu and Black Forest, (popo hates cheese cakes. Don't ask me why. I love them. Don't we all?)

Mummy and I have eaten Tiramisu before (she didn't really liked it very much) so she bought the other. Then looked at the watch ~ ooppss!! Late!! ~ Speed to Popo's house, where we were all waiting, my uncle lead the way to the Damansara Palace Restaurant.

One Set Dinner, 10 dishes, tea and American's Next Top Model on Channel V later, everyone was so full (except me) and no mood to eat cake (except me), they just sat down and chatter , not eating (except me) and sipped down tea (except me). I was so happy when I saw the cake (I don't care about fattening food, okay? =P) and ate a gargantuan slice. Come on, it's not everyday you get to eat CAKES. =) Got 2 polisterine boxes of cake to take back home, too. Muahahahaha. I can predict what will be my breakfast the next few days. XD

Mooncake festival

2006-10-01T14:08:00.000+08:00

Pity my Mp3 player, I love it so much but the headphones has gone haywire =(

Today, I celebrated Mooncake festival by playing with candles and sticks. Muahahahaha. Ate dinner at relatives' house and helped take care of the naughty kids when they play the tanglungs, all sorts of colours and designs!!

My cousin Hoe found some sticks for us and we walk around lighting them from candle light and made pretend joss sticks. Most of the time I was in a reverie with my mp3 player, I can't help it. There is one thing I know I must do, but I do not know how to do it. Why do I title my posts "The Confession" when I do not even know how to confess?

Anyhow, the kids were playing around and now my left earphones aren't working. I feel as if my left ear is deaf now. I'll have to get new earphones. My money are growing wings!!

Tuition Surprises

2006-10-01T13:02:00.000+08:00

I had two suprises in the last two days. First of all Alicia came to Chemistry tuition last Thursday (yesterday) with a new haircut (just trimmed and shorten slightly). She promised to bring her high heels and let me try them on for prom coz i was saying I could not find any suitable shoes for the occasion. And she brought them today and I walked to mamak with her and Michele on it (not very gracefully but I still walked =P)

And... the girl gave me a fancy envelope with a letter and a Nescafe packet of coffee... to help me stay awake at night to study? Lol. Ooohhh and we took pictures with the camera she brought.

Okay. The story of the camera. Yesterday night I made a mistake, something careless that involves uploading a picture. Deleted it in a hurry but I had to find another picture to replace it and I had none so Alicia offered to bring the camera and take a few. Hohoho.

Now I'm waiting for her to come online so I can have them.

By the way Michele ate mee goreng. She commented the mamak people are inconsistent. Sometimes the mee will be a lighter shade of brown, sometimes dark, sometimes spicy and sometimes not...lol. I drank a little of their teh tarik. So sweet!!

That reminds me. An uncle I used to meet every Monday at Edusmart used to comment that once he went to the mamak and watched them preparing foor. He said they are not very hygienic.

My Girl [Korean Drama]

2006-09-30T13:02:00.000+08:00

I finally found out which show on tv was called My Girl. Alicia and Michele are both fans of two different guys acting as protagonists in that Korean drama. So it is

Muahahahahahaha.

Teh tarik with my dad

2006-07-15T17:47:00.000+08:00

Half past two in the morning, blogging in front of my father's computer.

Blogger was where my first ever blog was created. But at that time I wasn't enthusiastic about writing, and I wanted to try out different blog hosting sites, so I tried out LiveJournal, WordPress, etc ... and now I'm back! ^^

Only just now, at 1am in the morning, I went out to the mamak nearby (it's called ABC) with my dad for teh tarik and fried chicken. He isn't supposed to eat meat because his health isn't not so good ... but a little wouldn't hurt (or so he said). He only ate the salad though. I ate all the meat.

He insisted on repeating that when I lived with him years ago, my favourite shop was 7-11. I can't remember, I was 5 years old when we moved to PJ. There are skeletons in the closet I still know nothing about. But the point is, now my favourite haunt is One Utama shopping complex, not 7-11. In fact, I have no recollection at all of my supposedly being obsessed with that place. My dad tends to exaggerate, anyway.

Throughout the time when I was eating with my dad, I kept silent a lot, because I am a quiet person by nature. That's how I am. I know PR skills are important, I want to develope them, still learning. Anyway, we took time to eat and then went to the 7-11 next to the mamak. Yeah, there was one there. My dad bought me mentos sweets.

I am so going to spoil my teeth.