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CNY Besties

I thought 1 week of hols was plenty of time. I even brought my assignment work home and had every intention of finishing that short story for the MPH Competition, and starting the other that I had been putting off for weeks. But, surprise surprise! I accomplished none of the above. :( Oh, well. CNY is supposed to be about spending time with family and friends , and eating till you're convinced the button on your shorts is going to pop off and hit someone's -- most likely an unsuspecting relative sitting opposite you at the dining table -- eye out. Now that would have made for a good story to tell for the next 10 CNY reunions. Most of the week was spent at my Phor phor's house, which is also here in Seremban. Which means all my cousins come back here to balik kampung while we stay put and wait for them to come to us :) The last I saw them was Christmas, so was good hanging out with them again. We suddenly re-discovered Saidina (the Malaysian version of Mono

Camwhore Poll Results

Do I have the CAMWHORE disease? Yes!! According to my latest poll (as above), 60% has voted me as suffering from the camwhore disease. Sigh. I have to disagree but...what can I say? People like to poke fun at me all the time. I mean, voting Yes!! when it's obviously a no?? I wouldn't put it past some of my "good" friends to do just that! *coughwilliamcough* 10% has voted No. Finally, people who dare to speak the truth!! I'm sure, there must have been pressure from SOME others *coughwilliamcough* to vote Yes, but despite the threats and accusations, they remain strong and most importantly, honest. 10% is undecided as to my current illness, and another 10% couldn't care less about whether I am sick or well, or maybe even dead. I feel so blessed -_-"'

Paksarelawan

A show of hands here: Anyone like being forced into something? Yes? No? This, unfortunately, has become something of a norm here in my college. A new activity is coming up. All first-years: Diwajibkan hadir A 3-hour programme that has nothing to do with us: All first-years: Diwajibkan hadir A line-up at 630am in the morning. All first-years: Diwajibkan hadir I hate that phrase. Diwajibkan hadir . It tells you that you have no choice, no other alternative; and suggests dire consequences should you not show up for whatever torture plan they have laid out for you. A threat, in nicer-sounding, obviously-implied tones. You must think I'm overreacting. Sometimes I think I really am overreacting. I mean, what can they do to you? What's the worse that could happen? Come onnnnnnn , right? Then you hear the horror stories. Of ex-college mates being kicked out of college for not attending this-and-that. Which may not seem like anything, but considering the KG eva

KG, My Foot

Up till now, I haven't talked much about staying in my university hostel. Well, trust me, there's a very valid reason. The reason being, as fun as it is staying on campus with a crazy bunch of friends, it is also very very very frustrating. In the name of progress, the university comes up with all sorts of new, innovative, "groundbreaking" policies. But like many government policies (or any other policies for that matter), the policy-makers rarely spend time actually pondering and reflecting on the possible consequences or drawbacks or flaws (whatever you wanna call it) of such policies on, specifically, the university students. As of now, the latest policy would be the Kompetensi Generik (KG) evaluations. As its name suggests, it is an evaluation of one's generic skills -- skills like social and leadership skills, communication, cooperation, discipline, punctuality, civic-mindedness etc. Who does the evaluations and how is it done? Who: 1. Mentors (

Update on Nails

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Just so you know, my nails are no longer fabulously white. Now they are an awesome pink - purple shade!!! Just so you know, I am not surrendering. White is still fabulous. I am NOT succumbing to external pressure. I'm just trying out a new colour. Do not fret, the fabulous white nails will return..............

I Think I Have A Disease

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I think I'm getting sick. I see the symptoms. And they scare the h*** outta me. Oh, no. Am I really suffering from this disease? I don't have much knowledge or facts on this condition. Although, I suspect that I'm not the only one who suffers from it. People have told me that I have it. I look back surprised, shocked, defiant. "I do?" "Seriously??" "No, I do not !" Ish. I would know if I was sick, okay? I'm not dumb . But as someone pointed out to me, I have to admit. A person who didn't know any better would have to come to that exact same conclusion. But, I'll let you guys decide alright? Am I suffering from the CAMWHORE disease? Yes? No? I soo do NOT !!!! Right? *gulps*

Her Smile

The other day, we were asked to write a short poem on someone we admire , by the exact same lecturer who asked us to write a short story using prepositional phrases and adverbials (I'm beginning to see a pattern here, can you??). Well, I don't know if mine is very good, but here's the poem, tell me what you think XD Her Smile Dressed in purple, Her hands in pink, She scrubs the floors, Then works on the sink. Her back aches, And there's a pain in her side, But it's clear to see, She does her work with pride. What people deem insignificant, She takes time in perfecting, And that's the kind of attitude, The world today is lacking. Looking up, fatigued and tired, As if she's run a mile, Yet she pauses midway, And gives me a smile. Can you guess who I'm talking about? :)

Mr. and Mrs. Squirrel

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Today's Language Awareness tutorial was to clear up some (okay, a lot) of the confusions that we had with verb phrases and clauses, and adjuncts, and complements and adverbials...you get the picture. Whaaaatt? You think English is easy? Noooo. It isn't. Not as easy as it seems, as I've finally realized. Even for an English-educated, English-speaking banana like me. Anyways, that is not the point of this post here. The point of this post is an activity that our lecturer had us do. We were asked to write a short story in 15 minutes , of not more than 100 words , using as many prepositional phrases and adverbials as possible. It's okay, I'm not gonna bore you and explain what prepositional phrases and adverbials are. Anyway, I liked what we came up with. So here goes: At the top of a tree, in a little hole, lived Mr. and Mrs. Squirrel. Out on the limb of a branch, Mr. Squirrel looked out over the hills and plains below. Mrs. Squirrel climbed higher

My Papa's Waltz

It really isn't easy. I like it. I really do. But sometimes, it's just kinda hard. You go through it and then you think, "What? I don't get it." But sometimes it just clicks, and you think, "That was beautiful." Or, "How interesting!" or maybe, "I wish I could do that..." Literature is beautiful, interesting, makes you wish you could write as beautifully. But studying and analyzing it is no easy task. It's tough. And I've only just started. I don't know if I can do this!! My literature text for this semester: Short Stories: :: Ustazah Inayah :: The Tell-Tale Heart :: The Rocking Horse Winner :: Everyday Use :: A Rose for Emily :: The Prophecy Novel: :: Things Fall Apart Play: :: Death of a Salesman Poems: :: Dulce Et Decorum Est :: Sonnet XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day :: My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose :: My Papa's Waltz :: I Wandered Lonely as A Cloud :: The Eagl

Night Award Art

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Last night we had this Night Award Art (Malam Anugerah Seni) dinner event held in Dewan Canselor Tun Abdul Razak (DECTAR). We weren't really properly briefed on what it was all about. All we knew was what our Choir Artisukma committee told us -- that we were all required to pay the RM20 ticket fee, regardless of whether we actually decided to show up for the event or not. Meaning: You want to come or not, up to you la. But compulsory to pay 20 bucks. Well. If I had to pay 20 bucks for a dinner and performance evening, I'd damn well be there to sample the food and exclaim how not worth the food was for our money. Anyways, it turned out that only a few of us dumb-dumbs actually BELIEVED that they would force all of us Choir Artisukma members to pay for something they would rather die than go to. Logically, when you actually stop to think about it (which I absently neglected to do), nobody can force you to do anything . Nobody can stop you from not going for the ev

I Am A Banana

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Bananas are the fruit of the herbaceous plants from genus Musa and the family Musaceae. They are native to Southeast Asia and were most likely first populated in Papua New Guinea. "The fruit averages 125 g, of which approximately 75% is water and 25% dry matter content. Each individual fruit (known as a banana or 'finger') has a protective outer layer (a peel or skin) with a fleshy edible inner portion. Both skin and inner part can be eaten raw or cooked. Western cultures generally eat the inside raw and throw away the skin while some Asian cultures generally eat both the skin and inside cooked. Bananas are a valuable source of vitamin B 6 , vitamin C , and potassium ." "Bananas come in a variety of sizes and colors when ripe, including yellow, purple, and red. The vivid yellow color normally associated with supermarket bananas is in fact a side-effect of the artificial ripening process. Cavendish bananas that have been allowed to ripen naturally on the

Nails and Liquid Paper

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I was feeling a little bored... So I thought I'd take the opportunity to set the record straight. Especially concerning my nails. Yes, my nails. Toenails. And fingernails. Recently I had purchased a bottle of WHITE NAIL POLISH. Yes, it really is nail polish. Proper nail polish. What brand? Er, I don't know. Can't remember. Don't care. Ahem. The point is, that it is real, actual, genuine, honest-to-goodness nail polish that I had applied on all 10 of my fingernails, and as many toenails as well. Not liquid paper. Or blank-O. Or whatever. It's NAIL POLISH. If it was not nail polish, and liquid paper instead, it would already be coming off in flakes, cos frankly, liquid paper is not meant to be on your nails. Then I'd have horrible looking nails, with spots of bald patches here and there. They would not be as thick, or viscous. Not as smooth-looking. Not as glossy. Not as pretty. :) See, I even have a star pattern on my big

The Twelve Days of Christmas

I heard this on the radio on Christmas Day actually. Sung by all the DJs on flyfm. And it is super funny!! You know the song "The Twelve Days of Christmas"? Well, sing this to the tune of that. It's really funny and genius that I thought I should post it here. And yes, the lyrics are correct. I have excellent listening skills. I know I got them right. Trust me. The Twelve Days of Christmas On the first day of Christmas My listeners sent to me A radio to put by my tree On the second day of Christmas My listeners sent to me 2 stinky socks and a radio to put by my tree On the third day of Christmas My listeners sent to me 3 murukkus 2 stinky socks and a radio to put by my tree ........ and it goes on like that The rest of the lyrics go... fourth day.....4 booby traps fifth day.....5 plates of cheese sixth day.....6 trays of litter seventh day.....7 plastic handphones eighth day.....8 chicken nuggets ninth day.....9 horses whining tenth