Memories of MADNESS at PE1

I was going through some files on my computer just now while I was hiding from my mother in my room when I came across this shit! Its soooo STUPID! I remember we had to skip our lunch break to make this! We were so hungry afterwards! 300 had just come out and we were really into it so we wanted to make a PE1 version. I was Queen Gorgo, Loy was Leonidas, Jee Ian was the messenger and instead of heads he brought "Burgers and Coke".. LOL!! we made a mistake and filmed it on the wrong side of the camera phone so its all tilted 90 degrees and up till now we still don't know how to tilt it right side up so you guys are just going to have to watch it sideways or bend your heads accordingly. It might seem tiresome but believe me it is soooo worth it!



GOD! PE1 was really really lame!!! hahahaha

HELP!

I just finished reading Dracula last night. It was really cool! Reading it made me feel like I was in some video game like Castlevania or Resident Evil or something. Naturally after finishing it, I felt the intrinsic compulsion that almost every person who has finished reading a book feels, to discuss it with somebody. It was late at night at the time, so I couldn't talk to my sister about it, I checked on line to see who was on but there was no one whom I thought would appreciate me discussing with them what I thought of the oh so marvelous piece of literature that I had just read. Then, it dawned upon me that my mother was still awake! I was excited as I thought that this would be my opportunity to have a rousing conversation with a like-minded person. This turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes I have made of late! I had forgotten to check the toilets for proof as to whether the stately governess was going through her monthly motions(I usually do this as often as possible so as to gage whether or not I can be a naughty boy). Because of the ultra intense fervour of wonderful feelings rushing through my veins stemming from the effects of the climax of Dracula, I had ironically forgotten about my mothers terribly horrid and bloody monthly secretions that wreak havoc on her mind. I left my room ready to explode about how Dracula was so wonderful a book for its time and that I should make my sister read it when I was met with a horrid piercing glare that could only have been emitted by the antagonist of the aforementioned book or a human female high from an overpowering dose of certain hormones excreted at non helpful amounts. The proceeding argument then took place:-

Mother: Why haven't you gone and registered for Australia yet?!!(eyes burning)
Me: Err....
Mother: You so irresponsible! I've sent you the email of a friends son so that you can ask him to check out the place you are applying for for you! I did this last week! Why haven't you contacted him yet???
Me: I already have a friend doing it for me...
Mother: And why hasn't this friend of yours told you about the place yet??? You do know that the places at institutions fill up fast don't you?? Why are you dilly-dallying? Why has she taken so long?? DO YOU EVEN WANT TO STUDY???? DO YOU EVEN WANT A BETTER FUTURE???
(I was so caught off guard I couldn't fashion any good excuses!)
Me: I think my friend is having exams but sh...(I couldn't finish because she cut in)
Mother: You don't seem to care about your future! If you don't care I won't care! Good luck to you! (Storms off)

A few minutes later she had woken up my father and had started telling him about my "terrible" deeds or lack thereof. I wanted to cry! I didn't know what to do! I haven't registered yet because I'm still waiting for replies from other places that I applied for. That would have shut her up, but my mind could not pull up this information in time because all I had were notes about Dracula at hand. It was hardly even an argument! More of a situation in which I stared at her stupidly as she went on and on about how horrid I am.

Now I am at work and I dread the time for me to go back to the hell that is my home and also the home of the demi-Dracula. I need space! HELP!!

AFTER TODAY!!!!

Today was the last day of my exams and also the last day of the Jan 07 A-levels intake. Gosh! It was so exciting! I couldn't revise much at all before the exams because I kept thinking about the freedom I would experience in the coming few hours. The feeling started swelling inside me until I just couldn't take it anymore and burst into song (softly of course) in the library. It felt like I was going to have an orgasm but couldn't and I was about to start clawing at the walls! Seriously I was feeling that worked up! I kept retreating away to the bookshelves to sing the song from A Goofy Movie in private, away from my study pal Ca Men (EOH). The euphoric feeling after the final exam was unexplainable. It was like ejaculating all over Taylor's. I could actually feel my brain shrinking from the rapid spewing of information that I will never need to use again... until my next course! Lol! My head really did feel much lighter! Maybe because I was dizzy with excitement. Because I was feeling so wonderful, I offered to fetch Ca Mun (EOH) and her slightly bimbotic friend Vienna (Lol! JKJK) to Sunway Pyramid. Then I ended up going with them! It turns out I am a wonderful shopping companion (woo self praise!) because I helped choose beautiful shoes for Ca Men (EOH) and a cute coloured lip gloss for Vienna to wear to the prom. My inner homosexual is definitely trying to bust out from the well decorated cage I have imprisoned him in. Here comes outer homosexual!!!! Runaway!!! He's here, he's queer, he'll buy some fashionable clothes! Lol! Speaking of homosexuality, when I was "studying" in the library with my other wonderful pal Melissa this morning before Ca Men (EOH) came, this really freaky asexual dude who makes me want to cringe came and sat next to me and started talking to me and asking me questions about chemistry and my exam venue. I was really freaked out and the little concentration I had left evaporated immediately! I promptly left the library with Melissa in tow to "go to the toilet"(which is code for run away in panic). (Shivers). That guy/girl/person is soooo scary thank god I won't be seeing him anymore! I leave you with this video. Enjoy!

The Petrol Quest.

As of 11 30 last night, the price of gas has risen 48%. 48%!!!! Thats CRAYZAY!!! I usually pay about 50 bucks a week for petrol. Now I have to pay about 75!!!! OMG!!! I don't think I want to drive anymore! At 10, my mum decided that we, the whole family should go out and get our cars pumped up. Being that it was 10 o clock already, we didn't have the time to go wash up and get ready for the public eye because by the time we finished we wouldn't have time to get to the petrol station. So, we in our various states of undress - me in my boxer shorts and the t-shirt I had been wearing the whole day, my sister in a speghetti strapped, dirty old top and really short innapropriate shorts and my mum sporting an intensely messed up head of hair from just waking up, dressed ourselves in more acceptable attire in a hurry and rushed downstairs to our cars. Upon reaching her car, my mum realised that she had just pumped her tank full yesterday. We were all like WTF!!! So, everybody except my dad who had already done his pumping earlier that day rushed to my car and we were off!
It was a race against time and traffic to the petrol stations. We got to the ones near the TV3 station in about 30 minutes (DAMN LONG!!!) because the roads were so congested with people who were late pumpers like us. When we reached, the Shell was jam packed but the Mobil was strangely empty. My mum was all "GO TO MOBIL! GO TO MOBIL!!". I drove in and I was like "Whoa! Nobody!". We were going to take our pick of the pump we wanted when we saw cones in front of all the pumps. We were all "What are those cones doing there? How are we going to park if those cones are there???". So, stupidly blur and un-hint-taking, I and my mum instructed my sister to get down and remove the cones. She got out of the car with blurness obviously inherited from us and then realised that the cones were there because there was no more petrol!! Seriously! The whole pump was empty! My mum was all "WHAT! GO TO THE NKVE!!" Now it was about 1040 and we were really panicking. Negativity rushed through our veins revealing itself through dastardly thoughts like "What if there is no more petrol in the pumps at the petrol stations there?" and "What if the lines are too long and we don't make it?". We got onto the NKVE and drove to the nearest petrol stations - Shell, BHP. Shell was once again tremendously full but the BHP was not so full. We decided to go to BHP and I dangerously overtook a bunch of cars that were lining up. Much to the anger of the drivers.

*The cones at Mobil (sorry but a bit blur)

When it was my turn to fill up, I filled up my tank too much and petrol overflowed everywhere. It was like the scene out of Zoolander where the models sprayed themselves with petrol at the station and then lit a match. It was everywhere! The malay assistant guy was all "AIR AIR!!". There was no fire but, we had to wash the petrol off the car to avoid paint damage. My mum was all, "You're so greedy!!" and proceeded to nag at me the whole drive back home. I was so irritated!

*Yay! Now my tank is full!

A Reunion And Then A Disaster Worst Than The One In China!

Yesterday, I attended an event that has been a long time coming - my primary school class reunion. It was a lunch at Wong Kok in OU and it felt really weird to see a bunch of people whom I haven't seen in 7 years and have them remember me. Ok, most of them didn't recognize me at first maybe because, I am really goodlooking now compared to when I was 12 and they couldn't believe their eyes when they saw the amazingly handsome person walking towards them. Yeah! That thought makes me feel so good about myself! Yeah!



Here are some of us, all grown up!

Here's a picture of everyone who made it for the gathering.

This our our classes page from our std 6 yearbook. Try finding me in it! It will make you laugh!

After the lunch I hung out with some of the guys till about 6. And then, after I had dinner, I went with my mum and sister to watch one of my most anticipated movies EVER, Indiana Jones and the Temple of the Crystal Skull. Oh God, I wish I could get my money and my memories back! After watching it I wanted to cry and tear my eyes out because it was so bad! The movie was so horrible in fact that it made me go home and post a hate message on IMDB. Something which I have never done.

Here's the message I posted:

We wait 20 years for a new Indiana Jones movie and we get this crap?? The Ants I could accept, the monkeys were tolerable, the gophers were ok, but ALIENS??? Seriously??? 20 years of looking for the right script and this is what they come up with? 20 years!!! I'm so angry! Why couldn't they leave well enough alone and let us have the wonderful memories of the past movies? Instead they've mucked everything up with this *beep* This movie destroyed the Indiana Jones series for me. George Lucas should just stop making movies! After spoiling Star Wars with those terrible, vomit inducing prequels, he now does this! Steven Spielberg should shed all ties with this sorry SOB who seems to have an insatiable need to fill his movies up with CGI MONKEYS that weren't even cute! And the scene in which Shia Labeouf does a Tarzan! That was so utterly idiotic! Why, oh why? I didn't think anybody would be able to mess up such an un-mess-up-able series. Even my 12 year old sister would have been able to write a better script than this! Why bring back Marion when you aren't going to do much with her character? It seemed like it was just fan service. And all those pointless references to the old movies! Yes! We get it! There were 3 other movies! Move on already! And Cate Blanchet's character was so badly written I wonder why she decided to take the part to begin with! I know I'm going to be hated by those who actually liked the movie after this, but I just needed somewhere to rant my dissatisfaction with this oh so horrible movie. I wish I could get my money, my time and my love for Indiana Jones back, but sadly I can't. I'm so sad... (sobs)!

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Yeah, it was really horrible! Indiana Jones was my favourite movie series of all time next to Back To The Future. I know half of Temple by heart and I've seen Raiders and The Last Crusade so many times you wouldn't believe how many. Those assholes George Lucas and Steven Spielberg should be burned alive for killing the legacy that was Indy.

After the movie ended, half the audience watching had this look plastered over their faces-

And the baby in front of me was so affected by the horrible-ness he looked like this at the end-

Seriously! I kid you not! Some people actually brought a BABY into the theatre! Why the hell? I don't know but they did and they successfully taught it the very basic emotion of disgust.

90210! Seriously!

Ok, after the disaster that was supposed to pass as me taking my exams the day before yesterday, I decided that I would take a break yesterday. I spent the whole day hot oil treating my hair, watching E! and then obsessing over Indiana Jones. Sometimes I wonder if it is possible to over moisturize ones hair? I've been conditioning and giving my hair tremendous amounts of product lately. It feels wonderful! Its so soft and smooth feeling but it doesn't look shiny or anything. I wonder why? I'm trying to let it grow out long so I want it to be like really really healthy looking but its not healthifying even though I'm working so hard on it. Its so naughty! Maybe I should get a leave in conditioner or another hair mask. I have 2 hair masks already but all they seem to be doing is make my hair really really soft but not healthy looking so yeah maybe I'll get a leave in conditioner. I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow. Yay another adventure! We'll call this one "The Quest For The Hair Product". Woo! Sounds so exciting!

Right, hair obsession aside, its time to obsess about something else, something wonderfuller, something nostalgic, something that lies on the far edge of intensely cool and swerves dangerously towards the power of a cult. In fact in the 1990's, it was a cult. Get ready for "90210"! Not "Beverly Hills: 90210", no, this is new, so its just "90210"! Its the new series coming up this fall and I hope it kicks ass. Its supposed to be a spinoff of the old series "Beverly Hills: 90210" the cult sensation of the 90's which featured the amazingly hunky (at the time but not anymore) Jason Priestly and Luke Perry. They both look really old now. Shannen Doherty and Tori Spelling also got their big breaks on that show. Too bad for Ian Ziering and that __ Austin Green (I don't remember his first name) dude. I never saw them in any other shows. In fact I haven't seen Tori Spelling in any other shows either! Ok. But anyway, this new show is going to be on the CW which is the same network which aires Gossip Girl (which sucks) and One Tree Hill (which sucks more), this means 90210 might suck but I'm hoping and praying that it won't. I'm really scared that it will suck though because one of the main characters is black and I don't like shows with black main characters (I'm so racist! Tee hee!). The fact is, black people just turn me off. Yes, even Halle Barry and she's half white. I hope he gets kicked off after the first season like Shannon Doherty was kicked off the original so that I can like the show more. Apart from the blackness though, I'm really excited for this and I'm going to do my best to like it. I can't wait to watch the pilot! I'm feeling so super duper excited! I feel like I want to scream! Beverly Hills 90210 was really really cool and I loved the opening theme song and I loved Jennie Garth and I loved Jason Priestly and Luke Perry so I hope I'll love this new show! OOOOOOOOOOOH!!!! With that I'm going to leave you with a sneak preview of the aforementioned highly anticipated show which makes me feel the need to make unearthly screaming noises because I'm so excited and some other goodies. YAY!!!

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PRESSURE!!!

2 more weeks to exams and I'm still watching American Idol... Tsk tsk... I need to buck up! The pressure is more than on now! The pressure is so on that if I were a gas at normal atmospheric pressure I'd be a solid now! This is insane! I haven't finished studying any subject yet and I'm still wasting time searching for pictures of Anderson Cooper and Enrique Iglesias online! In case you haven't seen a super procrastinator in action... TADAA! HERE I AM! I have to stop using the computer altogether and study, study, study! But its like this evil thing that beckons to me from the corner of the room. "Desmond..." it whispers when its turned off "Come to me... I have pictures of Enrique..." Its call is so seductive! I must answer it every time! I simply must stop if I am to even begin to fathom getting the results I require to enter UCL. I need an A and 2 B's. It shouldn't be impossible if I go cold turkey on using the computer and watching tv for the duration of the next two months. I pray to God I am successful. I'm going to be studying alot from now on! YEAH! I'm all fired up! GRRR! Hear me roar! Gods of procrastination, you have no control over me! Yeah! So the plan is set! I'm going to study, study, study tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after, and the day after, for 2 months! YEAH!!!! Oh God, help me...

Legen... wait for it... OMG!!!

This is insane! I'm going crazy for this! So crazy, that I have to blog about it!

ROBIN AND BARNEY KISSED!!! I knew it was coming! I don't know how, but I just knew it! There were subtle signs, and I knew it would happen sooner or later but, I didn't think it would happen so early on in the series! This kiss means that the next episode will either make or break the show. This is a giant episode in How I Met Your Mother history. They had better do something cool with this direction they've taken otherwise, this will forever be known as the moment in which How I Met Your Mother, one of the last great sitcoms ever to grace television, jumped the shark. I hope it won't be because, this is one of my favouritest shows ever! I'm keeping my fingers crossed till next Sunday when the next episode airs. Woo my heart is beating so hard!

Oh! And Neil Patrick Harris is so CUTE!

Hee Hee! The cutest gay dude alive! He makes me all giggly! SUIT UP!!!

Freakish Dogs?

Lately I've been having a lot of dreams about dogs. Maybe because all my neighbours have dogs and I'm one of the only chinese resident without a dog on my street. Yeah, like when I first moved into my house and my neighbour let me and my sister pet her dog I had this weird dream about this hairless drooling mad dog biting my arm but I couldn't feel anything. Then like a week ago I had this new dream about a cute brown puppy that I kept hugging. Then last night I had this freakish dream about a talking puppy that had the voice of Allyson Hannigan. Yeah it was weird. The puppy was black and we could only call it by its name which was Lilly (the name of Allyson Hannigan's character in How I Met Your Mother) but my sister kept calling it "puppy" one night and it turned into the hairless dog (only smaller) from my old dream and attacked her. It was so weird. Then when I intervened it started biting my arm again and like the earlier dream I didn't feel any pain. Then it turned back into the cute puppy. And then the dream turned into some nazi thing where I find out on the internet that the puppy was some war weapon created by Hitler to be used in the WW2 to replace German Sheperds. It was a really weird movie-like dream that I thoroughly enjoyed cause it felt like I was in Hellboy or something. I wonder why is it that all my dreams have dogs in them and most of the time they end up biting my arm? Funkay!!!

The Concert...

I've just gotten back from the Celine Dion concert. It was postponed till today because Celine got sick in Australia and had to rest. In the end it wasn't as good as I thought it would be. I blame the crowd. They weren't enthusiastic, they didn't sing along, they didn't get up to move or dance, they didn't even cheer much! I'm very mad! I love Celine so much and my first experience of her turns out to be this shit? Furious doesn't even come close to describing how mad I am! I'm so mad I am on the verge of flying into an intensely gay apoplectic fit of rage!

I got to the Merdeka Stadium at like 5 o clock cause we wanted to be first in line so we could take our pick of the seats we wanted. The concert was to start at 8 but when we got to the stadium at 5 30 the line was already really long. My mum had this great idea to cut into the long line and I was all "thats wrong!" but eventually I folllowed her. The gates opened at 7 and people started dashing for them. The line of people that seemed quite well drawn at the beginning when I arrived, suddenly crumpled into this mass of pushing bodies and I was nearly crushed by this bunch of crazed gay Celine fans. We had to sneakily get out of the big crowd after I was saved from the gaggle of hissing malay homo's by my mother, and then overtake the sea of complaining people to get to the front. I admit we were very wrong and bad in doing this but, I tell you, if we hadn't I might have been crushed by another group of chinese gay guys who were all "chiang hwa yu" bitchily. I was amazed at how many gay people there were there. I had never seen so many before except for the time I went to my friends club which it turns out now isn't really a gay club. There were tonnes of them everywhere and my mother was gawking at them as if they were zoo animals. "LOOK NICOLE!" she woud squeal to my sister "LOOK AT THE WAY THEY WALK! LOOK AT THE WAY THEY MOVE!!". I was so embarassed.

After we got in, we found these seats that were near some toilets and the show began. The crowd like I said sucked but when Celine started singing We Will Rock You, I and this gay guy, who was quite cute but had come with his boyfriend who wasn't that cute and who kept giving me dirty looks because I kept checking out his boyfriend, couldn't stand it anymore and stopped caring about the crowd and started cheering and singing along and then we got up and danced and my mother and my sister and the gay guys boyfriend all followed suit after a while.

The concert ended much earlier than we all expected. It lasted about an hour and a half only! After Celine sang My Heart Will Go On I nearly cried and then the concert ended. We took some pictures during, before and after the concert (none of the gay guy though, but take my word for it, he was really really cute) but I won't upload them now because I haven't downloaded them into my com yet. I'm so lazy. I also bought a shirt. Its black and says "Celine Dion Taking Chances World Tour Kuala Lumpur" or something like that. There are no pictures or fancy smancy thingies because the picture ones were really expensive, like 100 ringgit per shirt. This shirt, which is quite dull only cost me 25 ringgit and still I think I was cheated because I can buy shirts at Petaling Street for less. I'll post a picture with me wearing the shirt after I take the picture which will happen soon after I wash the shirt.

Oh Yeah! One more thing that made the concert not so fun the lack of costumes! Celine was supposed to have 3 outfits but she only wore 2 and the last dress which was yellow she only wore for one song. She was supposed to wear this red and white suite with black tie and suspenders perhaps you saw it in my last post but she didn't wear that! I'm angry because I anticipated that and she didn't wear it! Ok, this was her fault but I think if the crowd had been more sporting I would have been able to overlook this slight wardrobe error. So in conclusion I still blame the crowd.

I'm GOING!!!!

I'M GOING FOR THE CONCERT!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

Happy April 13th girl! Muax! I don't have any pictures of us but I found some on your blog! You have no idea how long it took me... Then I found this convenient link that said "Desmond" at the bottom of the post with the ugly picture of me and I clicked it and I was like "ok... those are uglier..." Anyway, here they are! A thousand Muax's to my best friend in the whole world.

Remember this? We were about to have sex here but then half way through you denied me pleasure!!! Grrr...

Prom, prom, prom, prom... Desmond and Su Ann will dance again! We looked good didn't we? Especially me... Che!

Celine Dion!!!! OOOOOH SHE'S COMING(not the bad kind)!!!! HERE!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! I'm going to the concert!!!!! Its next next week!!!! I can't believe it!!! I bought the tickets like 3 weeks ago and I'm still incredibly excited. Its like... Oh my god! Help me!!! I'm hyperventilating!!! (gasp gasp!!!)

I had my chemistry exam today. It was not so hot. I started on a high note and then it all went downhill from there. Imagine the velocity-time graph for a decellerating particle. Thats how my exam went. It was bad. The first question was on electrode potential and I was all "YESSS!!". Then there was pH and I was all "YESSS!!" also until I got to the last part of that question about buffer solutions and I was like "SHIT!!!!". That was when it started to go all the way to hell. The next question was on Group 4 and Group 2 elements and I tembak-ed quite a bit. AND THEN..... those organic questions started coming!!!! AND THEN (que music from the shower scene in psycho) there were the application question!!!! I didn't know a thing! I left question 8 which was a spectrometry question that I think carried about ten marks blank and I screwed up questions 7 and 10 which were about enzymes and materials. I wrote some stupid shit about Kevlar and spider silk and then I was all "enzymes break down substrates,"-Thank you captain obvious! Damn, I'm good! But you know what kept me from crying? The thought of Celine Dion. I love her so much. I love her more than gay people love Cher. I love Cher too... but not as much as I love Enrique because he is so damn hot but anyway.... Yeah! I'm going for the Celine Dion concert!! AAAAAA!!

Oh. My. God. Is she not just amazing?

I think If I missed this concert my head would explode!

I feel so gay right now!


I'm so jealous of those dancers! Their in such close proximity with her! They don't deserve to be there!!!!!


I think I might cry at the concert! It would be so embarassing!!!

And here's a picture of Cher for fun. Su Ann loves to hate her.

And here's Enrique!!!!! He makes me drool! I'm so gay! Tee hee! I think if I saw him in person I'd melt into like really volatile liquid and then catch fire!!!

Does this post make me seem like a flaming homo? Ok, stupid question. Don't answer that.

Elections and thanks

The suspense before the results of the elections were announced on Saturday was harrowing. At 7 o'clock in the evening, I and my mother rushed back from one utama where we just had Carl's Junior for dinner. I was feeling stuffed and excited. Just the day before I was reminding everyone at the office and all the teachers in school to vote for the opposition. The outcome of the election would be intensely important to us the coming 5 years. Would the bloated, self righteous, arrogant, racist and burn-alive-able, idiotic, money wasting party win again or would someone else be given a chance. We were all very, very excited. The air was charged with the electricity of anticipation. 7 30 came and it started to rain, later this would be said to be a foreshadowing of the outcome for the losing parties. Unfortunately for us at home it was a present-shadowing of astro-shut-downess. We stared at the blank tv for about 15 minutes, waiting for it to come back on before we realised that we could watch rtm from normal tv without astro. 8 o clock came and still the results weren't released yet. Then, Zhen Chien called me all excited. It was all over in Penang, he said. The DAP had won everything. I was sceptical as nothing had been announced on tv yet so I brushed it off as a rumour. The DAP couldn't have won that big. We waited and waited until we couldn't wait anymore. My father was all "grrrrr!". He went and turned on malaysiakini and found that the results were rolling in thick and fast there. Apparently, there was a major media block going on. I think they were afraid of releasing the results because the Barisan party was losing tremendously. As the night wore on, results treakling in would seal the fate of Barisan Nasional in 5 states. Kedah, Kelantan, Perak, Penang and Selangor had been won by the opposition and Barisan had lost its two thirds majority. My mother who was on a diet immediately asked me to go bring up the Bailey's to celebrate. It was 12 o clock. We had all broken our diets and the media still had yet to release the devastating results. I think they were afraid that riots would break out and the Barisan supporters would take to the streets again to kill chinese people. At about 2 the media finally began airing the results. The people on tv looked shocked and blindsided. They did not expect that Barisan would lose so terribly and that the voters would be so punishing but what would you have expected the results to be after the government spent billions of ringgit to send one idiotic malay into space to play gasing, raised prices of goods sky high, desecrated an indian temple and insulted all the chinese people in malaysia? I think they deserved it and that they had it coming.

I went to church the next day as it was Sunday to thank god for the wonderful thing that had happened. The country has entered a new era of democracy. I felt very happy. It was then that I had an epiphany. I wanted to do something to show my appreciation to the powers that be for helping. I wanted to do something for the greater good and today I found my chance in the blood donation drive at college. I went to the cafeteria during break and filled out the questionare, had a blood test (they pricked my finger with a needle! It didn't hurt much though. - Proof that I am manly) and found that my blood type is A. I was quite dissappointed as I wanted to be AB. Hee hee, I am so selfish. The nurse asked me to eat first, so I had a free kaya bun and some milo and then they hooked me up to this packet and gave me a plastic tube to squeeze on. This girl next to me told me that if I kept squeezing the tube the blood would flow faster and this made me excited to try doing that. So I squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and the blood filled the packet really really fast and I was all "Wow!". In the end they took about 350ml of my blood I think. I felt woozy after that and had more kaya bun and milo. I practically had my lunch there haha! But it was fun and cool as I got to see what my blood actually looks like in large amounts and not in small quantities like when you pick at an scab and it starts to bleed or something. This was huger. There was a huge packet of it and it was warm and weird. I'm glad that I got to give thanks in my own special way though. It feels really good and warm like my blood. I feel like Jesus actually "This is my blood which will be shared for you and for all so that sins may be forgiven..." haha! I can't believe I remember that from mass!

Ps: Su Ann, I am really happy with the election results as you can tell. Sorry I didn't message you back, no credit again. It turns out I haven't changed much after all... Tee hee!

Sick

I had so much fun at the Backstreet Boys concert! I screamed so much! I screamed and screamed and screamed. People were looking at me like "Is he insane?". But I didn't care. It was the Backstreet Boys and I was overcome by fan craziness. Luckily I was in the middle of the audience otherwise if I was near the stage I might have forced my way up and.... actually, I wonder what a crazed fan would do if he or she were allowed to get to their celebrity idol. I really have no idea what I'd do after getting up on stage if I were allowed. Hmm this gives me something to think about. Anyway after all that excitement my throat felt hoarse throughout the week.

The day after that I went to the opening of my friends pub, Bilique, somewhere in Bangsar. There were a whole bunch of homosexuals and some transexuals there and I was all ok... We spoke to her and asked her how she was and if she was feeling better. My friend just divorced her husband you see and us, her friends, the people she hangs out with were wondering why. We found out why at the pub while I was eating a piece of lamb. One of our friends who is closest with her told us. It turns out, she's a lesbian. I was like WHOA! But I couldn't really say "Whoa!" loudly because my throat still hurt slightly.

On Saturday, I went out with my mother and sister. We had a buffet dinner at the Palm in Tropicana and I had a whole lot of oysters. Oysters make me nauseaus and slightly sick after I eat them but I love them all the same so I had like 8. After that we made our way to OU with me feeling not so well and more sick than usual. I nearly vomited in MPH while I was walking around with my sister who couldn't take a hint and kept talking to me and expecting me to answer her even though I was intensely nauseaus. It was not fun but after an hour or two it got better and then was only slightly nauseaus throughout the night. But the slightly nauseaus feeling stayed on with me and never left. You might think that I'd learn from my oyster experiences that I must not eat oysters but I love them so much!

Today was the culmination of my oyster nauseausness and hoarse throat. I woke up and I was all "OH NO!". My head was throbbing and it felt like if I were to hear any loud sound it would simply explode. My throat was on fire and I nearly vomited but, I still had to fetch my passengers, Hye Yin and friends to school on the count of they don't have any other form of transport there. So I lugged myself out of bed and without bathing (because bathing when you're sick is not a good idea) I made my way to the car. I don't know how I made it to all their houses and then to Taylors College and back but I did. I got home and I crawled into bed feeling really really sick. I have just woken up and I'm feeling a bit better but not completely well. I think I will be able to fetch them home later but I don't know if I'll feel very well tomorrow morning. I hope so though because if they can't find any other way to get to school tomorrow, I will have to fetch them again and suffer again.

Lizard death and the death of an evil plan....

Lizards are the scariest creatures in the whole world. They're icky and cold and I think they're ugly with they're slightly translucent skin and unblinking eyes. OOOOOH! Just thinking about them give me the creeps. So, anyway, on Saturday, after I finishing my blog entry I decided I wanted to watch a movie before going to sleep. I have this sofa bed in my room and I always move it so it faces in front of the computer when I want to watch a movie that I downloaded. Ok, so I was pulling the sofa away from the wall when suddenly there was this quick movement behind it. I stopped. I moved back a little. Then, I glanced behind the couch. There it was in all its disgusting glory, stuck on the wall, the most brazen lizard in the world. I let out a slight shriek. This was 2 in the morning so no one could here my horror because they were all asleep, thus, no one came to my rescue. I couldn't do anything in my room anymore because my herpetophobia is so great so I ran out. "I'll sleep in the living hall I thought." but I thought wrong! my sister had fallen asleep watching tv outside and so I couldn't! I wanted to die! This meant that I had to sleep in my room anyway with the freaky thing. I was horrified! I was scared! I was omg-ed! I was getting angry... Really angry in fact. I never kill anything bigger than a fly usually because I always think that things bigger than flies have consciousness and don't deserve to be killed. But this lizard really made me mad because it just stayed there when I tried to scare it away. It was so brazen and stubburn that it made me really really really angry and before I knew what I was doing I had grabbed the can of bug spray I keep it my room. I stood on the couch and bent my body back far away so it couldn't jump on me and I sprayed with all I had. SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Went the bug spray. And with a rustling noise the lizard ran behind the computer! I was like "SHIT!". Now its found itself a nice hiding place in my room and it might tell all its friends about it and soon behind my computer will be a lizard haven! I didn't want that. Bare in mind that this was 2 in the morning so my judgement had turned a little bit cloudy. I was really tired after all. So, I sprayed some more behind the computer I sprayed and I sprayed and I sprayed. After about 30 seconds of spraying I saw at the corner of my eye the brown skinned thing crawl out from behind the computer and run under my study desk. I proceeded to spray there also. It then made a dash for behind the dustbin at which I continued spraying at. It started to jump and jump and jump trying to crawl up the walls but the bug spray had impeded its crawling power and it couldn't then, it made a dash for the toilet. I followed bug spray in my wake. Pretty soon the flooor was covered with a shiny oily layer of bug spray. The thing ran for the toilet bowl and hid behind it. I didn't want to wake up the next morning to bathe in a toilet with a lizard, probably with impaired sticky power on the ceiling above my head ready to fall at any time, so, I continued my spray quest every moment getting more and more sadistic. I was sitting on the sink trying to avoid the creature when I realised that bug spray wasn't working fast enough. I looked around and saw my Veet hair removal gel. Ok, Veet is really really bad for my skin. It gives me strong chemical burns every time I use it so I stopped. The can I had left in my toilet had not been used in years. Without thinking much I grabbed it, aimed the nozzle over the lizard which was beneath the sink and let go a stream of strongly alkaline gel all over the lizard. It started to jump and squirm. At this point I realized what a monster I had turned into but it was too late the lizards skin had already been scalded and there was no turning back. The poor thing continued squirming and then it tried to crawl away for safety but the cream was all over it. I wanted to cry because I had caused so much pain so such a poor defenseless creature that I now realized did not deserve it. It was probably minding its own business behind my couch looking for a mosquitoe or something when I came along and decided that it should die. It was horrible! I wanted to speed up its inevitable death in some dignified way. A looked around the toilet for something to do just that and I found this bottle of rubbing oil, the type people use when they have stomach aches and headaches. Its really mentholly and I thought that a creature that small would die immediately after having some poured over it so, I poured alot of the oil all over the lizard. It started to jump even higher than it did before obviously feeling the burn from the ointment. It scrambled and it squirmed and then it crawled behind the door and died. I was sad and scared all at the same time. Sad because the poor thing had died at my hands and scared because I had turned into a sadistic lizard killing monster. I couldn't sleep in my room any more that night because of that incident so I collected all my pillows and blanket and stuff and slept on the floor of the living room.

I was feeling bad about Saturdays incident all through Sunday but today something happened to alleviate my mood. Remember that I have to take my sister to the Backstreet Boys concert? Well, I was thinking of ways where I could take care of her and still have fun there but I could come up with nothing so, at dinner I decided to discuss it with her. Half way through my rice I looked at her and said something along the lines of "I really hope you listen to me while we're at the concert," I was about to continue when my dad asked when the concert was being held. My sister was about to say something but then stopped. I told him it was Wednesday night. He started to smile at my sister sneakily. Then he looked at my mother. "She can't go," he said. "She's got tuition,". My mother stared open mouthed at my sister. I started to laugh. My sisters face contorted into something inhumanly angry. My mother was all "YOU TRIED TO TRICK US?!!!" I was all "HAHAHAHA" and dropped my fried chicken. My sister looked dismayed as her evil plot to get out of tuition was ruined. No wonder she wanted to go eventhough she doesn't like the Backstreet Boys. She just wanted to skip tuition! She really is a sneaky little thing isn't she? I'm actually quite proud of her. So now I don't have to worry about taking care of her at the concert anymore, I have to worry about selling the tickets otherwise, I'll have to go with my mother to the concert which isn't that bad on the count of I don't have to take care of my mother but it sure will be embarassing if she comes!

Backstreet Boys + Sister

On thursday I went rock climbing with my bosses son. It was fun. I went to the rock climbing gym at One Utama and met him there and he signed me in and stuff. Since it was my first time I had to only pay 12 bucks (YAY) then we climbed some stairs to where the climbing walls were. Golly were they daunting! There were some that were sloped inwards and there were some that had pieces hanging off in 90 degree angles that you had to climb over and there were some that jutted in and out and there was this one that wasn't even a wall it was more like a mountain surface. I was like "Ok... I don't want to do this anymore." But I didn't say anything because I was shy and I didn't want to look or sound or be even remotely related to a chicken. We met this shortish guy upstairs and he taught me how to tie knots and safety stuff which wasn't very fun (grr safety is boring! I live on the edge!). After that my bosses son and the shortish guy let me climb this wall which was slanted outwards. I was scared. My heart pounded really hard as I grabbed onto the wall. "Climbing" I said and waited for my belayer, whom I can't remember who it was to say "Climb on" which would be the go to start my horrific almost insane ascent. After what seemed like forever I heard someone say the words and I was like "Ok, here goes nothing!". I grabbed on to some rocks and pulled myself up. Before I knew it I was climbing up that wall like a lizard! I was like "WOW! I'm so cool!" I got to the top and my friends were like "Yeah!" and I was like "That was easy, lets do something harder!" Then they told me what a trail was. Its when you are only allowed to use one colour to climb. Which means if there are like 100 rocks on the wall all of different colour, you're only allowed to use one colour to help you climb all the way to the top. I was taken to another wall which had a vertical incline and was asked to do the yellow trail. It was easy and I made my way up really fast also. Then they gave me the most horrid colour of all... GREEN!!!! I used to like green because Tommy from Power Rangers was the Green ranger and he was kinda cute. But now... after that horrid experience with the green trail on that evil wall I do not like green. It was so hard! I kept falling off and getting really really frustrated. The climb to the top of the green trail was relatively easy until the last part where you had to reach for the last rock. It was this really small piece of idiotic green thing that was really really far away. I had to step on this really small other green rock and push myself up to reach it. It was SO HARD!!!! I kept slipping off as I reached for that rock! I fell off the wall again and again and again and again and again. It got to a point where I was so frustrated I nearly cried. Then, I managed to gather all my stregth and somehow I leaped off the small rock I was stepping on and I reached the top green one. The feeling of success was intense! I was sweating! I hate to sweat! The testosterone was rushing through my blood like F1 cars. The rush was ultra terriffic! My friends lowered my down from the top and I was ecstatic. I high fived them and we took pictures and everything. They thought I was really chun on the count of they couldn't do any of what I did on their first try or so they said. Then they took me to the mountain wall. I was like "are we really going to climb that?". Yes, we really were. and I managed to climb half of it too. It was really hard as well harder than the green trail and because it was a really rocky surface I got scraped all over my left hand and my finger nails were all scratched up. The whole experience was extremely fun though eventhough it was really really hard. I think I'll be going back again but not anytime soon since I won't get a discount anymore on the count of it won't be my first time anymore the next time I go. When I got home I was too tired to watch American Idol all the way and I fell asleep after the fat black girl who wasn't very good sang.

Today, me, my mum and my sister went to One Utama as usual per our Saturday outing trips and I told my mum that the backstreet boys were coming for a concert on Wednesday. I had just read about it a few days back. None of my friends want to go. I don't understand why! The Backstreet Boys were one of the hottest things in the 90's. The 90's were our era. The decade in which we grew up. Shouldn't we pay homage to our youth by going to the concert of one of the greatest things we grew up with? I don't know. Maybe my mentality is just different from theirs. But seriously! One of my friends excuse is "Its on a weeknight."! For goodness sake! Almost all concerts are on weeknights! They're only going to be here for one day! The boyband that played a major part in entertaining us when we were growing up. The boyband that gave us such timeless hits like Larger Than Life and I Want It That Way. I mean come on! That is so lame! Anyway, it was the biggest mistake me telling my mother about the concert. "I want to go!" my sister said suddenly. At once my mother said "If you're going, you have to bring your sister." My sister!!!!!!! I argued, I pleaded, I said "no" but all to no avail. I was stuck with the little monster. Why does she have to tag along everywhere I go? Can't she make her own friends? She's so pathethic! She doesn't even like the Backstreet Boys! Its so not fair! How am I supposed to be having fun when I have to babysit her? Hello? Newsflash! Babysitting does not equal fun! And I really want to have fun at this concert. I just have this weird feeling that its going to end up like our trip to Tokyo Disneyland where I had to plan everything and cue up and be stressed and all that while all my sister did was insist that she had to have this box of pop corn with Stitch on it that she doesn't even play with anymore now. She'll be having all the fun (not as much fun as I would have though if she weren't coming, on the count of SHE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE THE BACKSTREET BOYS) and I'll be all "NICOLE!!! NICOLE!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!!??????". And to make things worse the concert is going to be free standing! I'm going to be dealing with things like "Koko I want to go toilet" and "Koko its so loud I want to go to the back", "Koko I'm tired I want to sit down" and an infinite amount of other irritating nonsense which I don't want to deal with at a concert, especially a Backstreet Boys concert. I'm so angry! I should have kept my mouth shut. So in the end, we went downstairs to the basement after a heated arguement and bought 2 tickets. One for me and one for HER. DAMN!!!!!!!!!

After that dreadful afternoon we went to my mothers friends house for dinner. She had prepared Nepalese food with her porter friend from Nepal who had just come down to Kuala Lumpur to work. The food was so so not good but not bad either. I had a lot though because, how often do you get nepalese food in Malaysia? After dinner me and my mum and my sister went to the living room where we met this lady whose name was Linda. Linda was really cool. We talked for a while and then my mums friend, the owner of the house showed us her karaoke set. That was it. We started singing and we never stopped. We just kept going and going and singing and singing. Me and Linda sang and sang and sang. My sister only sang one song - Eternal Flame, and she sang it really badly. She kept singing low notes when the "is this burning an eternal flame" part came on. It was really annoying and embarassing because being the music enthusiaist that I am, its shameful to have a sister who doesn't even know how Eternal Flame Goes. I bet she doesn't know any of the Backstreet Boys songs of the 90's. She sucks bigtime and I'm really irritated by her right now. I hope she does something wrong and gets punished in these three days so I can sell her ticket to maybe some friend who wants to go and appreciates the Backstreet Boys as much as I do, and go with that person instead. I'm so mean... I hope she isn't a burden during the concert otherwise I'll be even meaner. Anyway, after the night was over I found out that Linda is going for salsa classes at Havana too. Which means I'll be seeing her tomorrow at salsa class. YAY!

Actually I don't hate my sister. I love her. We both are actually quite close but she's just so young and having me a 19 year old take care of her at a concert is just dangerous and silly. My mum is terrified that we'll end up like her and her siblings - they aren't very close, but I think its obvious that we won't. Why try and force her into every activity that I'm doing? I get really annoyed by that sometimes. Like for example, I'm going to my friends birthday party, my mum will quip "can you bring your sister?". I'll be all "No! They're my friends not hers I don't want to take care of her at a party." to which my mum will respond "But she's quite mature all your friends will love her" but I don't want my friends to love her, they're MY FRIENDS, if she wants to go to parties with friends she should get her own, so at this point I usually rush out of the house. Plus I don't want to be responsible for anyone at a place where I'm supposed to be having fun. It just takes the fun out of being at a fun place. THIS SO SUCKS COCK and not in a good way either!

RASUAH!!!!

Yesterday, my auntie (Ps Su Ann: this is the auntie your mum isn't very fond of) called me in the middle of chemistry lab period to ask me to go for this AIA talk. I was half way through titration and I was reaching the end point when my pocket started to vibrate and then Britney Spears' "Piece Of Me" came on. I was like "SHIT!!!' and loosened the burette tap too much. The chemical started pouring out of the nozzle. I didn't know what to do. I was torn between picking up the phone and turning off the stream of disaster spouting from the equipment. I picked up the phone, then I reached for the burette. Just then the solution I was titrating turned pink. I was like "AAAAAAAAAAAH!". Then it turned dark pink, and I knew that it was too late to save the failed experiment. The sodium hydroxide in the burette was running into the now syruppy substance and I stared dismayed. The auntie asked me over the phone as I stepped out of the lab that I was to meet her at her house at 6 and she would take me and her son to the AIA office where the talk was being held. I said "Sure!"

At 5.30 I made my way to the auntie's house. It was somewhere in Damansara Utama. I thought I knew where it was, but I was wrong... It wasn't where I thought it was so, I drove around DU for about an hour until I remembered where it was. It turns out it was at the opposite end of where I was looking, near the kindergarten. The area was horribly jammed up at the time and I was pretty frustrated by the time I got to her house. I was really late but when I told her that I had gotten lost she laughed.

By the time we got to the AIA building I had made friends with the aunties son and he invited me to go rock climbing. We went upstairs and after we parked the car and there were refreshments prepared for us. I being the greedy person that I was at a whole lot and broke my diet plan of the day which was supposed to be less than 1000 calories by eating 4 pieces of cake and 3 curry puffs (I am such a pig). The talk wasn't anything I hadn't heard before. It was this introductory talk for people about to take the insurance exam. I talked to this malay girl and from UITM and she asked me to do this survey about some islamic insurance company that I can't remember the name of. I also talked to these other two chinese girls who were agents themselves and they said that I had the makings of a good agent. I was like "Good!" since insurance is my back up plan if engineering doesn't work out for me in the end. After the talk my auntie drove us back to her place where I had parked my car before that.

I drove off to Taman Tun after that to pay my salsa class fees on the count of the instructors have this thing about paying their fees late and I had forgotten to pay them on Sunday (the day I was supposed to pay) and they called me. After I payed, I drove back. This is where the RASUAH incident begins. You see, near the Secret Recipe there is this traffic light where people usually make illegal U turns so they don't have to drive really far to make a legal one. It was dark and I didn't see the bunch of police squad cars at the other side of the road. Before I knew it had made the U turn and a police man was flagging me down. I was like "Great!".

I was really nervous. I didn't know what to do and I wound down the wrong window. I quickly corrected my error and I and the police man had a conversation that went sort of like this:

Me: Hi, ada masalah?
police: Awak buat illegal U turn.
Me: Ya kah? So sekarang macam mana? (sad and confused look)
police: I bagi awak saman la!(laughs)
Me: Ok... (I was thinking "OH SHIT!!!!" at this moment)
police: Awak benar nak saman?
Me: Jika saman, I perlu bayar berapa?
police: RM250 atau 300
Me: Oh (I also thought "OH SHIT!!!!!" at this point)
police: So awak benar nak saman?
Me: Bagilah (sad)
police: Benar?
Me: (getting the message) Jika tak saman macam mana?
police: Awak fikirlah! (laughing)

Honestly he sounded like a nice guy. He was very jovial and not rude or mean.

Me: Oh! Bang nak berapa? (lifting up wallet)
police: Janganlah tunjuk tunjuk macam tu!
Me: Sorry... I tak ada banyak wang la sekarang. I student sahaja
police: bagilah apa yang awak ada

I handed him an RM10 note and showed him the rest of my empty wallet. He took it and pretended to write something on a pad and then he let me go. This was the first time I bribed a police man. My mother laughed when I told her and said that I was lucky that I got away with paying such a small sum. I am thankful.

Visiting Part 2

Aaaaah! Another hard day of visiting is at its end. Today we went to my 4th and second aunties houses. I thought I was in for another barrage of "Why you so thin ar?" again but I was wrong. I was happy. I was telling my parents in the car "Hah see! None of these people think I'm thin! Neh neh neh neh neh!". It was wonderful. For a while at least. Then, my cousin asked my parents at my second aunty's house "Eh, why is he suddenly so thin ar?". I was like "Damn it....". My parents were like "haha! we knew they were all thinking it!!!!". I was like "....". After all that nonsense, we went to my fathers aunty's house where they kept calling me engineer on the count of I told them I was studying engineering. Then we went home. I bathed, and then like an hour later my cousins came to the house with their kids. I played parcheesi with them. It was fun. The youngest son of one of my cousins has also grown thin. He's like 7. He used to be chubby and cute. Now he's like this thin menace. He used to be a cute chubby menace. Now he's not. He couldn't sit still the whole time we were playing. But seriously he's more well behaved than a lot of other kids so I think I shouldn't be calling him a menace. Ok. I take back the parts above where I called him a menace. He still is quite cute also, only less cute than he was before.

I'm the highness!

Yesterday, I and my family went for dinner at The Curve. You see, last night was the night reunion dinners are usually held (the night before Chinese New Year) but since we had an early reunion dinner the night before with the rest of the family(my grandparents, my aunty and uncle, and stuff) we didn't have anyone to have dinner with on the night of reunion dinners. On the count of we didn't want to have a plain old dinner at home, we decided to have dinner out. We went to this restaurant where they served German style food and we ordered this set with lots of German meat like veal sausage and stuff, and my mum and I being the wonderful alcohol lovers that we were decided to order a bottle of wine. "Yay! Wine!" I thought.

We ate and ate and I ate a lot. I also had lots of wine. Lots and lots of wine. I had like maybe 5 glasses. My dad after we had ordered the wine decided that he wasn't going to have more than 1 glass and in the end, didn't finish his glass. So me and my mum finished most of the bottle. My sister who is 12 had 2 glasses also. As a result of drinking so much, we were all really really tipsy after dinner, even my dad who I discovered cannot hold his alcohol very well. My mum was quite high and suddenly had a craving for ice cream so, we all walked to Tesco which was just across from the Curve to get our ice cream. We bought like a tub each of really cheap walls ice cream and I had cookies and cream flavour. It was so funny because we looked like this family of drunks walking around Tesco looking for ice cream. Then we went to the car. I had driven everyone to the curve in my car but I was feeling too woozy to drive so I asked my dad to drive. Just as we finished paying at the parking payer machine thing my mum recieved this call and after that she kept laughing and laughing. We were all like "whats wrong?". It turned out that we had forgotten to pay for dinner and the waiter had just realised. My mum had a reservation at the restaurant before so he got her number and called us. It was so stupid! We had to drive all the way out of the Curve since we had already paid for the parking and had only 10 minutes to get out of the parking lot before the ticket expired. So we drove all the way out and then drove to the entrance of the Curve where my dad had to park, get out of the car, walk all the way to the restaurant and pay for dinner. It was like this weird drunken adventure!

When we got home I was like really really whoa and decided to watch some family guy on my computer. I randomly picked two episodes which I had downloaded and watched them both forgetting completely about the ice cream. After that I went to sleep. I woke up 3 hours later and it was about 3 a.m.. I remembered the ice cream and I was like "lets have some!". So I went downstairs and took out my cookies and cream from the freezer and brought it to my room. I had pushed the sofa bed in my room in front of the computer so I could watch Family Guy on the computer more comfortably and had turned it into a bed. I suddenly felt like watching How I Met Your Mother so I did since I had also downloaded a few episodes on my computer. I watched like 1 episode and in that episode finished the whole 500ml tub of cookies and cream. I felt piggified and not sleepy so I watched more episodes until I was too tired to watch anymore and then I went back to sleep.

I woke up and it was 9 30 a.m. and it was Chinese New Year! I was like "OK! Lets bathe!". So I took a bath and then I put on my new clothes. I was extremely excited about my new Levi's jeans that I had bought a week ago. They like fit me really really well and I think they look gorgeous. So I put them on and found this cool shirt my mum bought for me, its brown. I put that on sprayed on some perfume and went downstairs where my mum and dad gave us Ang Pao's (red packets filled with cash usually given to unmarried people on Chinese New Year). We were in for a long day of visiting (during the Chinese New Year celebrations which last about a month people visit their relatives and friends to say hi and stuff) ahead of us.

First we went to my grandmothers house where we met a bunch of aunties and uncles who kept telling me that I "lost so much weight la!!!" and asking "are you anorexic?". It was quite amusing. Then we went to this other aunties house to visit my grandfathers sister who is bedridden because she has diabetes. I don't think she remembers us anymore being that she is so sick. Then we went to my grandfathers sisters house (even though she died more than 10 years ago). I guess we went there to see my fathers cousins. They're this pair of ladies one is divorced and one is married but her husband is never around. Lately the son of the one with the husband has been going through a dog craze. There were like 5 dogs in the house. It smelled so icky! After that we went to my mothers eldest sisters house (my mother has 5 sisters and 2 brothers.) Then we went to her eldest brothers house. Everyone kept asking me why I was so thin and telling me to put on weight. By this time I was not ammused anymore. Then because it was dinner time, we went back home.

I'm feeling quite happy because I've collected alot of money, but I am also feeling quite irritated that people think I'm too thin. I'm not too thin. In fact I think I'm quite not thin. I should put on some muscle so I don't look too thin.

Attend The Tale of Sweeney Todd!

Today was one of those days in which I didn't feel like doing anything productive at all. Yesterday I kept telling myself that I should study today on the count of I'm incredibly far behind in my studies. I should be finishing my revision of chemistry by now but I'm only a quarter of the way through my textbook. I woke up at 11 and I was like "I must study now!" but I didn't and instead I turned on the TV and watched E! for about an hour. Then I was like "I should be studying now!" again, but I didn't. I went to my room and sat in front of the computer and realised that I had finished downloading the stage recordings of Sweeney Todd and Into The Woods. So I watched them both 2 times each. I watched Into The Woods twice even though I'd seen it more than 7 times already! I don't know why I did it. I just wanted to not do anything beneficial today. I tried about 3 times to exercise but everytime I did I'd stop in the middle of my workout before I could break a sweat because I didn't feel like sweating. And I kept putting off studying. I feel so horrible and guilty. I really should study. I really really should. But the stage production of Sweeney Todd is so wonderful I really really want to watch it again even though I've seen it and the movie twice each already. Oh my God! I'm so lazy!

We had reunion dinner tonight at some restaurant near Paramount. It was fun. I talked to my cousin a whole lot and when the chicken dish came my grandfather who was really intent on serving me and his other grandchildren when we should be serving him accidentally gave me the chickens ass. I didn't know until I put it half way in my mouth and felt the triangular flap of skin which is the butt part on my lips and saw my father looking across the table mischeviously at me. Everyone laughed! It was so stupid! I spat it out and pushed it to the side of my plate. My auntie says that some people love it (the ass of the chicken) and they fight over it all the time. (Yux!)

Right now I don't know why but I'm feeling extremely into Enrique Iglesias. More than I'm usually into him. I feel like I want to do him with the Ping Pong Song playing in the background. I'm so horny.

"Do you know? Do you know? Do you Know?"

Hello!

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