it's your birthday

50 years yo.

in the midst of fixing our flag on cars and waxing lyrical on our fabulous mamak culture, fabulous food, fabulous night life, fabulous hospitality, fabulous skyscrapers, fabulous cars (oh HAHA), fabulous rojak language, fabulous mix of races getting along fabulously, whatever fabulous idiosyncrasies that are only unique to us malaysians...

don't forget how we came to this day. and in the process, things that were achieved; things that we're still trying to achieve; things that were, and still are, swept under the carpet.

i know many of us are indignant (well, to put it subtly) about many issues in this country. but i'd say what we've achieved so far is worthy of being proud of.

i have been largely apathetic towards Malaysia. not that i hated Malaysia, no. i just didn't feel anything towards her.

if you say you love Malaysia, i hope your love runs a bit deeper than just your love of hanging out at mamak stalls.

and now, am off to read the 1957 straits times newspaper woot! damn cute la the ads! XD

happy birthday Malaysia~

am listening to MAMULA MOON, the very original version of Negaraku. lovely romantic oldie.

how this song, and later terang bulan, became our national anthem... go google or wiki it la. it's a lightly amusing read, really. =)


disclaimer: listening to mamula moon does not mean i respect our national anthem any less. you know, i'm just saying, since certain authorities have been verrryyyy jumpy over blogs and bloggers and all things blog-ey.

edit edit

not only is my physique like the michelin guy. i forgot to add in some well-placed spots.




lack of sleep and late nights wreaks havoc on my complexion. where is the complexion i used to have! WHERE.

pics

at genting right after (literally)our final final exam last sem.
me, wen & jue (two roomies), eline (ex-roomie!), chengni (ex-roomie's new roomie!)



sitting on ronald mcdonald's knee. he was hard. >=)



that was my hostel room in upm. the right side's my part of the room.
that's the sexy back of eline. taken right before sem break,
so she's in the midst of packing up all her stuff.



my side of the room.
if u think that's my bra on the bed, then that's what it is.*coughsportsbracough*
oh, and spot the little daniel pic at the board on the wall! XD



group pic (taken at my workplace). not all are my colleagues tho.
taken in a desperate attempt by yuen to remember us by.
he's the one sitting with crotch exposed,ultimate lansi expression on face.
omg so so so yeng! *swoons*



kinda like this version, more natural.
weikhuan's expression for one, yuen being idiotically pervy,
kaishuen and sokfoon's laughing.



ya ya, me. sherry wong pei min, reseach assistant. looking a bit too grinny at work.



and this is how i currently look like - the michelin man. -_-"
yeah, me, sherry the blimp. ARRRGGGHHHH.
need. to. diet. wtf.

of car rides and bus rides

two incidents of ultimate bei-ness, but in return, two (somewhat) unexpected and brief insights.

jagung-ness aside, what the heck am i doing here! i should be studying!

today's exam was a bit wth. gah. whatever, shall work harder for subsequent exams and assignments lor.

i am a little happy bee in the forest!

and i infinitely hate those who can't take simple orders like "no chilli" or "takmau cili" or "不要辣椒". annoying sial.

nah, video. video video. emo song alert.



from post secret.

boy meets girl

ok, i really can't help posting pics of isaac. omg i'm becoming those mothers who love showing off baby pics argh. feel so auntie, pun unintended.

ok no need to throw me auntie jokes anymore la.

auntie-ness aside, the other baby's the firstborn of my cousin (who's about the same age as my sis). baby girl, just a few months younger than isaac =) she has so much hair!



isaac: this is the first time i'm with a chick my age!



isaac: *not sure what to do*



isaac: i shall be the perfect gentleman and hold her hand.



actually, he just likes to grab anything la. but so cute ya?



brothers holding each other's first grandchild.

pensive

can't put how i feel into words.

been feeling a little distracted lately.

i know what's been going on in this little head of mine, it's something i can't ignore. but accepting it is a different story altogether.

why do these things always turn out in every other ways imaginable, except the way i want it?

and i keep reminding myself of it even though it hurts like hell. masochist wth.

i'm sorry if it seemed like i've been avoiding. sub-consciously, maybe.

not on purpose.

insert obligatory title

woo i actually have about half an hour to spare. am wondering if it's ok to take panadol with coffee.

and instead of typing away incoherently in this red blog of mine, i should be writing in my other "journal"... one that would make up 5% (i think?) of my counselling subject. interestingly, i let out on quite a bit of my personal life in that journal, knowing fully well that the demo would be reading it.

heck, i even write bout my crush you know! <3<3<3 wth.

no la, so old edi where got crushes.

but come think of it, i find that sometimes it's sorta easier to share things with complete strangers rather than people who are close to you. even if those strangers judge you, it wont be as bad as having your friends see you in that same light.

you get whatever's bothering you off your chest, and that random guy sitting next to you on the train will just disappear from your life once you get off your stop (hopefully. i mean, sometimes it's really a small world).

by the way, on a totally unrelated topic. should i cut my hair or curl it! because! it's so freaking effing bloody LONG that it's annoying me already, and i'm guessing ppl around me as well, har har.

and i have this habit of not tying it up so i'll be slinging it around the whole time wth. shut up la i damn lazy to tie it up properly like what i use to do last time. high ponytail. -_-"

pls dont ask me to straighten it. and don't ask me to do the lala style straight fringe then burst of curls wth. no fringe. sworn off fringe.

and yes i know i'm balding WTH so i'll do something bout it. yes yes i may be balding but i'm still as hot and sexy as ever. right.

ok off to class.

i'm not weird la

but i got tagged by joel.

6 Weird Things About Me:

(i'm actually not weird la, SIX weird things, hard to come up with wey. heh.)

1. i argue with/talk to myself in my head. i think a lot of people do it, though? but i tend to have more than 2 voices in my head arguing. three, usually. i even tell myself not to be rude to another self wth. ok go figure.

2. my regular karaoke joint is green box. not that sister of red box, but my tortoise car. and i like tapping or drumming away on the steering wheel. damn i wanna learn drums laaaa.

3. i do not like clowns.

4. if a dot of chili sauce/belacan/similiar spicy sauce touches my food, i wont eat the portion. and if it enters my soup then... ya la all gone. i'm anal like that.

5. i have the shortest fingers. girls shorter/tinier than me have longer fingers or bigger hands.

6. i like it when i insult someone in a sarcastic polite manner and they can't figure if i'm insulting them. like they're torn between retaliating but they don't wanna be rude. usually strangers who have it coming to them la.

ok end.

next blog post or so will be photoblog ok? must show everyone my pwetty and sho cuteeee face wth.

that's when i get pics from others la.