And secondly, an update.

I've been back...lessee...6 days. Been moving around ever since, shopping, meeting up with friends, watching Smallville and burning through a lot of cash. =) Accompanied Feebs to 1U yesterday morning to collect a CLEO goodie bag 'cause she had the CLEO card thing. Despite having been in a girls' school, I don't think I've seen so many women in one place before. They filled up the lane leading up to the concourse area from the entrance, and the line was about 3-4 people thick. We (me, kang, feebs) managed to find the end of line somewhere outside the shopping centre, maybe 150m away from the real thing. (I dunno, I'm bad at estimation.)

Either way, the line moved pretty quick, in 5-10 minutes we got the goodie bag, still in good spirits. Hoh...also, kang, feeling generous, agreed to buy me a Crumpler bag! Right kang? }:-) The light green one, only one stripe offcenter, the one that cost RM 211.

We then had lunch at Sakae Sushi (sucky sushi according to H =) in The Curve, and I spoke to a waitress in Malay, only to look up and realize her name tag said 'Ying'. Kang was like, "Weh! Speak English lar!". Sorry la! Accidentally! These things happen k, and she did look kinda Malay. I've had a random woman wave me over and asking me, "Escuse me, escuse me, ini ada discount tak?" before anyway.

TP later joined us at my place, where I entertained them by making weird sound effects and pretending I was a creaky door (or maybe that was Feebs). I think some of you in Aus might remember that. Heh. I am very pro at the creaky door sound alright? =)

And to all of you that care, Ep 8, 9 of S3 Smallville is nice and touchy feely, with lots of Lex, and Clark...and Clex. *happy sigh* Lana's got more of a personality in some episodes, but that's because she was 'not herself' as Clark would say. It's sad that some semblance of acting skill only shows through when she's not in character.

Also, my sister is turning into a bimbo! I am living in the same house with a bimbo! Can you please help me OMG?!?! *dies*

Hahahah, poor dad of mine. He was lamenting in the car how messed up his daughters were. One thinks she's a guy, the other wants to wear spaghetti straps. And we all know wearing spaghetti straps is the first step to moral decline. Only my brother seems vaguely normal, but hah, was I quick to inform my dad of my brother's penchant for cross-dressing.

He was trying on my big black trench coat thingy the other day, pretending to be a spy. I kept insisting the coat was tailored for women and never let him off the cross-dressing joke ever since.

Okie dokie. Enough nonsense from me. I need breakfast now.

I'm on to something here, really!

Let's play a word association game! Ready? Onetwothree -

Evilwan.

Got your word yet? Right. Did you think what I, and many others thought of? I believe there's something special about this non-existent word. Check your word against this highly condensed MSN chat I had two days ago.

Me: Evliwan!
Harold: Evilwan!
Me: Evilwankenobi!
Harold: ...Me too!
Feebs: *reads* Actually, me too!

[on another occasion]

Me: Evilwan!
Kang: Darth Vader?
TP: Er...

There. Tried and tested, with a 3 out of 3 success rate (on the first occasion). We hereby conclude that -

Evilwan --> Evilwankenobi (or something vaguely related to Star Wars)

For the curious, I coined the word 'evliwan' because I was trying to say 'everyone'in a super Cina accent. H modified it a bit, and the testing began!

Finished!

There, and back again. =)

Arrived safely in M'sia early this morning with excess baggage that they charged me AUD 400 for. >_< It was very painful, but I really didn't have a choice. Became acquainted with Wei Shen, an S3 CHSian, and bumped into my childhood playmate whom I haven't seen for 4 years. It was very nice to see her again...and we managed to pick up where we left off pretty easily.

Meeting her really brought back all those memories of evenings with the 'padang' gang, playing chase on the monkey bars and watching her pull off cool stunts on it. I was amused to know that the helmet guy who used to follow her around all the time...is still following her around! And when I asked if she remembered Shea Kang, she was like, "Yeah, the Digimon boy..." which totally cracked me up. THAT long ago. Kang, you're the digimon boy! I had completely forgotten about the existence of Digimons until now.

Anyway, I suppose everyone is done with exams too, and I'm itching to meet up and all, only I won't be free till tomorrow evening. So I'll start calling you people then lar.

Sigh. I feel like I've got one foot back home, and one foot still in Aus. There's so much about Aus that has grown on me and that I want to keep. The lifestyle, the friends...well, I suppose one can belong in both places at once. It was a good two years, and this will definitely not be the end of it. =)

Today...

We celebrate Phoebe-hoebe-oebe-ebe-eeeee's birthday!!! Happy 18th! Hope the short guy's taking care of you. I expect a romantic dinner for two in a swanky 5-star hotel, no less mind you. =) Also, it's not because I'm too cheapskate to SMS you; I would have done so if I had credit. Would have SMSed gracie the crazy too...but I sent her happy vibes all day so I hope she got at least some of that. If you're seeing/calling her anytime soon, tell her happy belated from me and that I didn't forget.

In response to your blog, how to not remember? =) Years of sitting next to you in class and having you proclaim your birthday every day of the year to any victim in your vicinity have seared November 14 forever in my memory. Hope you're having fun dearie and happy vibes to you!

I am almost sort of not quite finished with exams, and I feel much more relieved now after my heaviest day today. My wrist nearly fell off during the last essay of Econs Paper 2, and if you guys had seen me then, all shrivelled up in consternation and pain, you'd have a right hoot. I can't help it, it's my writing style, with its typed-out regularity and me lifting my pen after every letter. I can write fast, but not as fast as those who join their letters messy, and it's more strain on the hand.

Yeah anyway. Probably too much information. Now, I shall need to go cram some more. Stupid Econs. There's no satisfaction from spewing out memorized facts in the exam.

More guitar accessories!!

Oh my gawwwwd! My dad just bought an electric guitar FX pedal, like those big expensive ones that come with a zillion features and I need to get my hands on it RIGHT NOW!!!! If I had credit on my phone I'd ring home this instant and demand to speak to my brother. And then I can interrogate him on exactly what brand/model it is and every thing it can do. But my credit's flat so all I can do is jump around, snap at people and blog about it.

I've always always always wanted one...woohoo! All my dreams are coming true. Stupid brother. He probably thinks he owns it. We'll see about that once I get home. Aaaaaaa, I want to go home now! Damn it, I wish I had an older sibling to start me on guitars when I was 13. Or earlier. He's so lucky he had me. >_> Now he can go charm all the girls with his 1337 guitar skills and jam and shit.

Gah! Rachael tells me there's a pre-screening of The Corpse Bride at Rivoli, and tickets are only 5 bucks if you come dressed as a corpse or a bride. But it's on the 17!!! Dammit, one day before the end of my exams. Hmm...I wonder how important Physics paper 3 is...

Anyway, it's showing in KL now isn't it? I suppose if they go on the 17th I'll catch it back home...

Big Ad

I keep meaning to post this link. I'm not sure if it's showing in Malaysia, but it's been around some time here. I love it. It was made apparently using 300 actors and about 20000 computer generated men.

See the Carlton Draught Big Ad!

Hope everyone has broadband. =)

The Spectacle That Wasn't

Oh yes. So after the math exam about 6 of us boarders went up to McDs for lunch. We sat at a corner table, but were probably the most prominent group in the almost empty place, save a few elderlies. Some time after, these two Aussie girls came in. Looked about 14, wannabe bad-ass type. This theory was confirmed when they walked past us and one of them muttered, "Asian freaks." They must be idiot amateurs to pick a fight on a 6:2 ratio.

I wasn't too bothered. Had a similar encounter not too long ago with another pair of girls (who looked 12 and were 2 heads shorter than me) on the tram. Must be some growing fad. But that's another story. I only regret not extorting more money from them. So pre-pubescent, and still so much to learn from So You Wanna Be Bad-ass 101.

Anyway, the general reaction from us was mostly heated. Presently they walked past us again.

[transcript]

Boarder: (within earshot) Fuck you.
Bad-ass Girl 1: What did you say? *dirty looks all round*...Fuck YOU.
Bad-ass Girl 2: Yeah, go back to your own country.
Boarder: Oh yeah, why don't YOU go back to your own country? Go back to England!
Bad-ass Girl 1: *laughs derisively* This IS my country!

[/transcript]

So the comeback was a bit random. But by this time we were ready to attack. I'd have preferred to respond by digging my ear, flicking a nail at them and proceed to laugh at them. Or ignoring them, or any other way that'd have made them a joke. Why satisfy their attempt to cari pasal in the way they want you to?

Reaction from the elderlies -

Woman 1: *stares determinedly at her newspaper over her cup of coffee*
Man 1: *glares after them* Rude bitches. (at us apologetically) They're young. They don't know what they're doing.

We passed them by again at a tram stop as we were walking back. They happily bombarded us with rude comments and choruses of "Go back to China, freaks." I could've gone over and hit them right across, I was sorely tempted to, but decided in the end to help the half convince the other half of us not to do just that.

Kids these days.

Two subjects down, 4 more to go. The biggest of my worries, i.e. HL Math is done for good. Chinese was all right, though I expected to go a little better despite no study at all. I just took some time off the night before to learn some fancy words and cheng yus, all of which were pretty useless thanks to the weird essay questions they asked. Some questions in Paper 1 were vague and ambiguous as usual. They should really dig up some file on those nuts setting the Chinese paper. Geezes. The essay I wrote was incoherent, disorganized and far too short for my liking. Oh well.

Math was relatively uneventful as well. It was harder than many past year papers I did, and rather tricky. I had a crazy urge to write "Therefore, E=mc2" for everything I couldn't solve. Bleah. I won't fail math that much I know. I know I've done enough on the paper to scrape through. At least the stats option was good. I managed to answer the whole thing well.

I'm still trying to accept the fact that math really is finished. I don't know what to do with myself now. It seems too quick, too trivial, compared to almost a whole week of solid math work I did before the paper, from 9am to 12 midnight each day.

Gah. I want it all to be over now.

Gah. Sleepless, restless nights. Sucks that I'm most awake and ready to do a 3 hour math paper at midnight.

Whoo, look what came out early October!



I was wondering when they'd get round to it. I wish he didn't stop drawing.

And iPod's finally released the video feature too. Though I think the nano looks cooler. Plus it's pretty damn hardy despite appearances. I like. (link gacked from kennysia.com)

Hokay. Math math math. What's new?