Go shawty, it's your birthday...

...We're gonna party like it's your birthday,
And we're gonna sip Bacardi like it's your birthday...

My birthday!!!

It was lovely! I finally got the iPod armband I was dyeing for. An exorbitant price going for it, though. Had to beg my mum to share the bill with my dad. Today I took it out on a test run - it was PERFECT.


iPod classic is a huge baby, but the armband was so snug around my upper arm I practically felt no additional weight at all. So I was having fun running around my house until my dad came out and told me that my neighbour got robbed in broad evening-light.

Goodness.

He said a woman screamed.


I personally didn't hear anything apart from Rihanna whining about not stopping the music.

BTW....

The iPod armband I got is DLO's Action Jacket, priced at USD 34.95. I got it for RM90. So big difference!! See the huge gap in the living standards? A cup of coffee from Starbucks is only around 2 pounds in London, and here it's way more expensive than my dinner. You can buy a fancy Coach bag with less than 500 pounds, while here you gotta sacrifice two months' salary to get one.

And every artist wants to perform in UK. Tell them about Bukit Jalil, Malaysia, they go... "But I heard the mosquitoes there are huge like pingpong balls!"

Yeah, and I just got bitten by a mosquito. And there aren't any mosquitoes in the UK.

No wonder everyone wants to go to the UK.



Cheh, we oso got our own eye lerr...

RUN BABY RUN

I got no. 32!!!! Yeah!!!!!

It's a big deal to me, okay? I'm far from fit, and I'm the type of sportsperson who only watches but never plays.

4km in 40 minutes. Not bad, but not phenomenal either. But for a girl with guts and short legs? I think it's quite a pretty cool achievement.

If you're sniggering in disdain reading this, then you're one of the many selfish people out there who can't be happy for other people's success.

If you're jubilant while reading this, you're cool.

I actually thought of giving the merentas desa (road run) a pass. The thought of getting all sweaty in the mighty Malaysian heat, huffing hard for air and putting my less-than-greek body on the grind is just unnerving.

But En Kum and En Azmi were so inspirational in their road run taklimat that they stirred something in me, this irrepressible urge to contribute before I leave the bright yellow buildings of SMKSAS.

Or maybe they just made me guilty for thinking I could get away with not doing ANYTHING for my poor Blue House.

This year, RUMAH TEMENGGUNG WILL EMERGE AS VICTORS!!!!!

Take that, Green Dogs, Red Bulls and Yellow Digimen!

And the Wiener is...

I almost did a double-flip when I saw this.


Okay, okay...I know it's coffee!!! But I can't help it!!! I just stopped in my tracks, stood there peering at the W-word, trying to grin as inconspicuously as I could.

And then I whipped out my phone.

Some of you might be wondering what on earth I'm talking about. Means you haven't been watching I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry.

Good! DON'T.

According to Wikipedia, wiener is a hotdog, from German "Wiener Würstchen", meaning "Viennese small sausage".

According to Wikipedia again, wiener is also a slang term for penis.



Now you know why I almost laughed.
Penis. On COFFEE.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Okay, I'm sick.

Nothing much...

A lazy post... I'm in the middle of trying to figure out how Sony Vegas Pro works here. Freaking complex like manning a damn Airbus.

Last December I've been reconnecting with my creative streak (if I have one) in between meet-and-greet sessions with relatives by engaging in craftwork. Craftwork is fun!!! It's actually one of the things I ENJOY doing immensely since I was a lil' kid.

So I did this.


A little gift for my uncle's housewarming party. It was pretty last minute, so I had to whack it up under 3 hours.


It's an Ikea frame, but I used the back of the frame as the front instead. Meaning: the back as in the part where you usually have the foldable paper stand? That's why the frame has got a "step" to it.

(Ugh, see the orange and red on different layers? Yes, that's the "step".)

Anyway, I've been terribly busy these few days. My to-do-list is shockingly and dishearteningly long. My fault, anyway. Have been too carried away with the holiday mood and the whole reunion scene.

I have no life.


Thanks, you too.

Lalala

It is only the third day of school, and already the pace has picked up so drastically!!!

Busy SIAL.

So I really shouldn't be online right now, but it's alright. It is after all, only the third day of school. Lord knows how bad it will only get as we make our way through January.

But so far, Form Five life is alright. Pressure has not kicked in yet, just the stress of handling all the koko, studies and life together. All is good.

Leavin on a Jet Plane

In a quick glance, one month is already over. And she's gone back to the UK once again.

It was a month greeted with joy, love, celebration, reunion, sharing, laughter and crazy conversations. Just like what Nelly Furtado asked in one of her songs, "Why do all good things come to an end?", I asked God (whichever sympathetic God who listens to this religiously-lost kid) why the holiday should end so quickly.

I'm talking about my sister, just so you know.

We sent her off in KLIA last night, bidding sweet goodbyes. At the point where she would take the escalator down to the immigration, we hugged and wished her well. Then she went off, before all the floodgates could open and drown the place in tears.

I did tear up a little. But I remained strong. I've been through this before, twice. Then I went home and sobbed.

The iPod she bought me is now my new companion at home. The songs replace our laughter and other ghastly sounds we made, and the videos will take the place of her antics. I even brought the thing with me to KLIA, thinking it would console my heavy heart on the way home.

It was not needed then though. It was as if Mix FM recognised my gloom and drew up a lovely playlist for me.

Feeling better now. But the house is much quieter. When she's not around, I don't feel like talking. I only speak when necessary.

I await the day she comes back, and we'll have fun again.


I seriously don't know what I was looking at. Taken during one of those crazy rides we sat in Gold Coast.