Friday, January 02, 2009
Attention Nurul! 2009 is... HERE.
A new year has arrived and I'm as ready for it as two teens facing the consequence of a condom breaking during sex.
Here's a short preview of the ever-persistent running dialogue that is at the back of my mind:
"Shit man shit... What the hell? It's too damn soon! Oh my god I am soooo not ready for this! It's coming! It's coming!"
Thus ends my oh-so-exuberent welcome to the year 2009.
Oh Time though art a Thief,
Stealing second after second just cause you know you canP.S. :
The last time I blogged it was the beginning of 2008.
Now, it's the begining of 2009.
See a pattern?
Thursday, January 10, 2008
School that thought!
So, 2008 was greeted with much trepidation on my side. Not just because I'm turning a 17 (and reaching adulthood; OH THE HORROR!) but because it was time to step into an institution called junior college.
This term has illicited many responses from schoolmates and most, sad to say were not positive. (Cue grotesque thoughts of sweaty, stinking boys.) Thus when the first day of school arrived, it was not warmly greeted. Many a complaints were heard, much congregations occured to exchange more complaints and the bored/blank/I-don't-wanna-be-here-please-get-me-out-of-here faces were frequently sighted.
However, I believe we'd passed judgement too early because as orientation progressed, many grew more enthusiastic if not totally loving their OG. Believe me, my OG, one I don't consider very bonded as compared to some who spend each and every free time playing captain's ball or whatever together, has at least gone out for lunches/suppers and has had one outing where we went bowling. How's that for a turnabout, huh?
Since I'm on the topic and all, let's just say that Taopok'08 really pwned EA coming in first place for the race and the games afterwards. Also, although we didn't get top 6(?) placement for station games due to unforseen circumstances (time thou art a fickle thing), we got 5 wins in a row so we're still unofficial champs man.
Alright, besides our OG mates whome we are supposed to be close with, we also have a class who I think you spend way more time with. Yet, while other classes are trying to get to know each other better, my class seems content with the occasional 15 min attempt at interaction outside lecture time and that's nto even everybody... Not that I'm concerned enough to do anything about it but it helps to while away time if you spend it with a bigger group of people than just, say, Mary. Or Jill.
Thank goodness for them.
Speaking about lectures, I'm still not used to the precociousness of guys during lecture time. They just dare shout out things that seem improper, for lack of better word, to the lecturer. Like that guy during the Econs lecture who shouted something and then pretended to be innocent, which was really annoying and a blatant suckup technique or drawing attention to himself (not like there was anything much about him that bears watching). It's just something that I need to adjust to I suppose.
Well, I don't really have much left to say not that I had much to in the first place. I just needed something to do so when my life gets a bit more interesting, which it should without a doubt according to my magic 8 ball, then I'll put something here that's worth mentioning.
Till then, tata!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
kids say the darnest thing...
Yeah, I've decided to nix the whole prom part 2 cos a) everybody probably knows the whole ordeal already and b) I'm kinda lazy to write about it after this whole time.
I have never really sat down with my youngest brother and had a chat about his studies or his future seriously before. I find it really enlightening.
And of course superbly hilarious.
I found out several things that I guess only occurs in a 9-going-to-10 year old.
Topic: Studies1) He wants to beat my PSLE score just because he gets to ask for a pretty big reward. Mine was a computer with internet access anytime. He's pretty envious of that. You cannot seperate the kid from his internet access.
2) He thinks getting a 200 something for PSLE was pretty pathetic and didn't understand the hype over getting 290 something until I told him full marks was 300.
3) He thinks RI boys are the most boring and studious people and doesn't want to go there anymore. His motto is "Stress for what?". He changed his mind when someone (not me) told him there was some sort of game room there. Now his revving to go. (Is there really such a room?)
He suddenly asked, "Kak , what age do you want to get married?" and I was like WHAT? Told him I really didn't know and it depends if I actually meet someone I really love. Well this was what he told me.
Marriage4) He will get married at 25 because it's a nice age to get married. If he doesn't get to marry at that age due to unforseen circumstances, then the next age should be at 30. When asked why, he said that it was very weird to marry at 26, 27, 28 or 29 and that it was hard to calculate.
Say it with me people, HUH???
5) His wife will for sure be younger than him because the husband must always be older than the wife because the husband must protect the wife. I really don't know where he gets these ideas because he's not the one reading romance novels...
After that came a discussion over injections, his greatest fear. He was greatly horrified when he was told of getting two injections once he gets to primary 6. He told me what an ordeal it was just to get his first shot in primary 1. Because he was sick that day, he had to have his shot at the hospital. So my mom took him and he squirmed and squirmed when he saw the needle. Needless to say, my mom had to hold him down. The following is a quote, more or less, from the discussion.
Injections6) "I struggle because I saw the nurse press the injection and then water came out but Ibu press my hand down and my whole body down and I try to escape. Then the nurse came then she inject me. Wah I feel like I was being reborn (arching of back and weird fit-like action commences for a few minutes then stops). then when she pull the needle out I was like a new person. Oh before the nurse inject me I told Ibu I love her in case."
In case? What, in case he dies? I swear both my brothers are such dramatic wusses ok. This one treated injection like some ritual sacrifice that he may not succeed in and die because he did not satisfy some deity or something. My other brother had to go to hospital because something got stuck in his ear and you should have seen him thrashing on the operating table because he didn't want the sucking machine anywhere near him. He was crying and calling out to my mom saying he loved her and that he didn't want to die. I think I was six or maybe 5 at that time but god that was hilarious. I had to swallow back the giggle that was threatening to burst out of my mouth because that would just be rude wouldn't it. I mean there he was with all 'semangatness' declaring his impending doom, convinced he was dying. I couldn't burst his bubble. Well maybe my mom's supposed glare that was pleading with me to not laugh because she wouldn't be able to control her laughter too stopped me. Whatever, the doctor gave me a lollipop for being such a brave girl for watching the entire process. He gave my brother two but I got cherry flavour. Suck on that.
(He got tied up by the way. Cos the doctors couldn't do squat with him thrashing all over the place. My little bro got exposed to bondage pretty early in life.)
So after that discussion it as time for solat so I told my youngest brother to do just that. Of course kids like that will go "then you?" accusingly. Well I was on my period so I told him just that. He sure got pissed!This is his view on menstruation.
Menstruation7) If women get menstruation why is it called MENstruation? It's not fair! MEN struation is for men that's why it's called MENstraution. If it's for women it should be called LADIEStruation! I'm suppose to have MENstruation!
After ranting about the unfairness of it all, he asked about why women menstruate. At this stage I was pulling my hair out at having to answer this sort of questions for him. Where were the parents when you need them? So I told him about the eggs and babies, that sort of thing. When I was done he looked at me and said in a whisper, " Is that when ibu and babah have S-E-X?".
So I said yeah usually from that kind of union you get a baby. Then he kind of had this eureka moment and declared
Pregnancy8) "If ibu and babah have S-E-X every month then ibu will have a baby every month? Because you said that the egg comes out every month!"
Well blow me down with a feather beacuse this kid is to inquisitive for his own good! Yeah so I had to explain the whole thing about your period stopping when you're pregnant etc. etc. Oh I thank Allah allmighty that he didn't ask me what sex was or what my dad does to my mom to get her pregnant. The mental images are just too squicky for me to -YEAGH! (cue soaping and scrubbing of tongue with the strongest detergent ever)
Alhamdullilah. That's all I can say. One, for things he did not and (god willing) will not ask me and two, for having such a hilarious brother who is not afraid or shy to share with me his bizarre thoughts.
Thanks for welcoming me into your 9-going-on-to-10 world. It has been an experience for sure.
(You haven't heard his thoughts about coma yet. It is to die for!)
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Periods, Pregnancies and Prom(part1)
I do believe that my monthlies have made me overly emotional. Seriously. It just occured to me when I was 5 minutes into watching Extreme Makeover Home Edition and teared. At the application video. It wasn't even the unveiling or the destruction of the old home. That's not all. I got misty eyed reading fanfiction and it wasn't even a really sad chapter or paragraph or even sentence!
So I got to thinking that a) I was pregnant or b) I was barmy. Since it was pretty obvious I wasn't pregnant (as evidenced by me having my period at this point of time for those not getting the link) I guess I'm going crazy from unbalanced hormone levels. If this happens to me during my monthlies, where I turn into an emotional wreck, can you imagine me pregnant? I think about it and can't stop laughing. Weeping all over the place and then turning into a psycho bitch the next perhaps. Good luck to my future husband man...
Talking about the future reminds me that RGS has become my past now. We, the batch of '07 have concluded our final activity for the year as secondary 4s. Yes, Farewell Alma Mater (FAM) has just come to pass on the 12th of November 2007. Looking back on it now, I would say that the preparations for it were much more fun than the actual event but no matter... It was a pretty good experience I guess. I'm not used to being all girly and stuff (though some people have it in their head about me being a closet bimbo. Like seriously?) but how can you not be girly when you're out shopping for a dress and shoes as well as being all dolled up by a make up artist named Grace? And I wore contact lenses for goodness sakes! After swearing that I will never in my sane mind poke a bit of plastic into my eyes. AND I did that! Countless of times! Cos that accursed bit of plastic wouldn't wrap itself around my bloody cornea! How's that for embracing my sexuality?
So all this melodrama happened at Izzah's house. We (Arina, Am, Mary and I) were picked up from the bus stop opposite Ammer's house where we were waiting with humongous BAGS. Arina and Mary were shivering due to the mobile antarctica that most people would call a bus. We had a bit of pizza for lunch and watched Scream 2. Boy was that a lot of fun. I didn't think my heart could handle the suspense and my mouth just kept babbling about how stupid the characters were being. I mean, COME ON, if someone called you to say they were coming to call you at that moment, and then you heard a noise would you not run out of the house and call for the police? And if the house phone does not work have you never heard of a contraption called the hand phone? It's small, portable, really reliable if you need to use it for emergencies. Remember that? And it doesn't help that the police who are supposed to be protecting the person just left her alone to patrol the computers. Seriously. What is the world coming to?
Yeah ok rant over. That wasn't the highlight of the day. So now you know how I am when watching thrillers. Now imagine me watching a horror film. I bet you'll just toss me out a window from the top of a 50 storeys building. Right. Then this scream fest was interrrupted by the arrival of Grace, our make up artist! Funny I can remember that now because everytime Izzah mentioned her name we were like "Huh, who's that?" or "Which one?(meaning which student)" and Izzah would go "Our make up artist!" exasperatedly. Heh. Too many Graces in the world. Not a good name for your kid if you don't want this sort of thing to happen to your kid.
RIGHT. Moving on... Guess who was pushed into having her make up done FIRST? Yes that's right, moi! Since I've never done this sort of thing before, I'd think they'd have mercy on me but I put too much faith on the innate goodness I thought they possessed. I now know otherwise and will remember this tidbit for future use. So I sat there uncomfortably straining my neck as she magically transformed my face. It wasn't as uncomfortable as I'd thought it would be save for the run in with the eyelash curler. She placed that weird device on my eyelash AND my eyelid resulting in me flinching and I bet a loss of eyelash. I also teared due to the pain. Since she looked apologetic I thought she realised what torture she had put my innocent eyelids through. Only to find that I obviously hadn't learnt my lesson on human nature cos all she said was "Oh your eyes are very sensitive huh. Thank goodness you're not wearing contacts." I was just flabbergasted. And she proceeded with my second eyelid. Oops I meant eyelash.
Overall, Grace is not bad at her job. She made me look descently glamorous. Or as glamorous as I could be. Here's how I look:
The other two goons showing off their flexible wrists in the background are Arina and Am.
Next was Izzah. No, she wasn't rying out some supermodel pose but in actuality is pulling back this curly fringe Grace gave her that she destested.
Mary's before and after pics! Isn't her hair just adorable. We saw it and went "Hairspray!"
All of us: Oh my god you're like Hairspray!
Izzah (continuing): Yeah like John Travolta!
Yes, we were like "what in the world, Izzah?" So after Mary, it was Ammer and Arina. Sorry I don't have pictures. I was putting on my tudong at that point of time. It's silver and shiny so I had to use penitis to make them stay in shape.
I'll just end off part 1 with a picture of me all tarted up in Izzah's room.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Oh to be Mrs Darcy or Mrs Rochester...
It certainly has been a long time since I've stepped foot on this domain. The last time I was here, I was stilla student in RGS. Now, I've graduated... Seems grand, eh. Graduated, like I've gone and done something really amazing. Well I'll tell you what I've really been doing after my graduation on the 2nd of November 2007. I've been immersing myself in period films and literature all in the span of three days! So far I've watched the 1995 version of Pride and Prejudice and the 2005 Pride and Prejudice movie as well as Jane Eyre, 2006 version I think. I've also been reading them all over again. Midway through P&P now...
"She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other man."
God, how wrong you turn out to be, Mr Darcy. Oh I absolutely love the Mr Darcy portrayed by Matthew Macfayden. I know most like Colin Firth's interpretation of it but I feel that Macfayden displayed Mr Darcy's gradual interest in her more. Considering that the 2005 version was supposed to be a romantive Hollywood movie, I think he did very well considering the number of times I squealed, grinned like a lunatic or cried. Come one, here's a picture of the two version contrasted:
Colin Firth as Mr Darcy Matthew Macfayden as Mr Darcy (Quizzical brow!)
Wet Mr Darcy(s)
The Darcys
So for anyone who's interested in watching, they're up on youtube. If you want the more faithful adaptation to the book, go for the 1995 version but if you want a short version, around 2 hours, (the other version's 6 hours!) and a more romantic adaptation(in my opinion) go for the Keira Knightley one. I just love the ending in the movie version. It's a guaranteed squeal or perhaps sigh moment for female viewers who don't mind Hollywood's interference in making it more romantic.
By the way, Jane Eyre(2006) is also up on youtube. In my opinion, it is a very good adaptation of the book although the part where Jane left Mr Rochester is somewhat confusing. The director also gave the story a dark edge to it. Spooky like and it works in the sense that your attention is fully focused on the story. Love it, love it, love it!
I also like how these two men converse with their ladies. There's certainly much to be said about good old fashion flirting. And how do these casting directors find English men with voices that can make your insides all turn to mush and give you the shivers. God, Matthew Macfayden's voice is the best! Wow, I don't think I can resist a man with a voice like his... Same as Alan Rickman's voice. Both are perfect for seduction i should think, like dark chocolate gradually warming in a pan; smooth yet with that dark, bitter edge to it... I shal swoon if i imagine it any longer.
I should think Lizzy and Jane very lucky indeed to have married for love. I especially wouldn't mind to be in Keira Knightley's place in the movie. Oh to be Mrs Darcy or Mrs Rochester!
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Fears
Nightmares are some scary shit. Needless to say I had one last night hence the topic. This one was regarding our konsert Wau!. So it started with me appearing all prepared with a clip board etc. ( think of SATPOHG. For those who get it, my real self was kinda mortified but it was a nightmare so I guess it was irrational fear... I mean I would never, I repeat NEVER, be anything like that. If I ever do, please feel free to slap me around till I regain my senses.) I was in the hall and it was already late as in the concert should have started already. The performers were making a ruckus because they were restless. I was damn nervous. I mean we couldn't start. You want to know why???
There was nobody.
Nobody attended.
I mean zilch people. Nada. Finito.
So finally after freaking out for about a few minutes a few people were in their seats. Didn't knwo how they got to their seats but they were there. So I was liek let's get the show on the road!!!
But guess what? Oh no! I had no freakin EMCEES! So there I was going up the stage to emcee the concert with my clipboard to salvage the name of PERBAYU. All I had was "dipersilakan ______(Insert concert item) which was so not what i had wanted and had done so much to avoid but it was like last minute! And so I remembered it was during TPJC's dikir barat performance that I felt that it was going to be OK. There was actually people in the hall. I think the TP students. Didn't know how they got their, didn't care. Then somehow it was Imran's turn to perform so I think I actually did a decent omrtoduction for him and the crowd was chanting his name. "Imran, Imran, Imran!!!" Like continuously. It was then someone gave me a message that Imran wasn't here.
And the crowd contnued chanting.
This couldn't be because I was damn sure he was in his holding room the last I saw him. When I went there, the holding room looked like it hadn't even been prepared as in desks and charis and all. Like what the shit?!
And so I went back up the stage, defeated with no slivers of dignity left to announce the great misfortune that had befallen us to a crowd that was enthusiastically chanting his name that the great Imran whose musical prwess was so great that it had reached beyond Singapore beyond Malaysia, beyond Beyonce, beyond the world and into the great galaxies beyond and they had wanted him.
Aliens had abducted Imran Ajmain.
No ok scrap that whole alien part. I awoke when I had to get up the stage to inform the masses that no Imran would not be performing.
That was my nightmare. Damn freaking scary ok.
On a lighter note, I watched Gilmore girls ep 20 already and all I have to say is "OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!" and start bouncing up my computer seat like i'm having an epilepsy or something. Oh too much caffeine. Or something. Deem me a bimbo ro whatever. I mean there are no words to describe the feeling that pierced through my heart when i watched that episode. (side note: mary, don't you think that the pictures hanging in Lane's and Zack's house are damn cute? The one with the rabbit and the turtle listening to headphones.. So adorable)
Oh you guys should definitely watch this. Look at the number of drums he has!!! I definitely salute his skills man. I mean to play all that, you gotta remember the sound each drum makes and his psycho motor skills are fabulous. I mean the legs and the hands have gotta do different things at once. I bet he's ambidexturous.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pesdq5Ce5KESunsequently you guys can watch this group of kids who I swear are talented. I mean they can play Iron maiden for god's sake and their like what below twelve??? Oh just ignore the little girl who's suppose to be the frontman. She really isn't singing. it's the two guys plaing the guitar. She's just there to add... erm.. femini charm? Oh and check out the pikachu mike!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_4aGXTHo7wUhhh yeah that's it for now i guess. back to the daily condundrums... mugging yeah...
Saturday, April 21, 2007
You know you've ran your 2.4 km when...
This week has truly been eventful.
Let's re-cap.
2.4km RUN!!!
Ok so it wasn't that bad. Our platoon did pretty well for the run. No one got a C! Congrats to us man.
That wasn't really the main event of that day though. You would think so wouldn't you. However, nothing gets RGS girls more energised than the mention of ice cream! So there was words going around that Ben and Jerry's ice cream were giving out free cones and being typical Singaporeans who can't resist free stuff, the melayus (mary, izzah, am, arina and of course, moi) decided to get them. Yeah, together with the rest of the sec 4 population. It dawned upon us that it wouldn't really be a smart idea to stand in a very very (times a gazillion) long queue for a small cone of ice cream especially when some of us had like curfew. But we really wanted ice cream.
Thus, being all democratic, we decided to hold a vote as to which ice cream place to go to.
Guess where we finally got our ice cream!
Swensons!!! Woots! So yeah that's the Earthquake we ordered. I think the flavours were : sticky chewy chocolate, lime sherbet, peanut buttercup, butterscotch, chocolate freckles, chocolate chip, some chocolate fudge thing erm, and err 2 more flavours. YES THERE WERE EIGHT FLAVOURS!!!
Mary, Am, Arina, and Izzah looking jakun. Never eaten ice cream before is it?
It was all consumed in a matter of minutes. I'm not kidding! the poor thing never had a chance.
Since we were only there for like 15 min and our ice cream was all gone, we decided to get fries! nice fat fries. And am attempted to open her eyes as big as she could and smile. Well, I did say attempted.
Yeah so I'm ending this with a very nice picture of us. It's not spastic at all.
Really.
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