Friday, January 28, 2011

Este es Maria




Este es Maria. Ella es mi mayor hermana. Ella tiene veintiseis anos. En esta foto, ella lleva su favorito camiseta negra y pantalones vaqueros azules, pero su sandalias son rojas. Ella es alta pero yo soy baja. Ella es rubia y tiene pelo largo. Tambien ella tiene los ojos marones y una boca pequena. Creo que ella es simpatica y generosa pero a veces es habladora. Realmente, ella es muy guapa.


Translation:


This is Maria. She is my older sister. She is twenty six years old. In this photo, she is wearing her favourite black t-shirt and blue jeans, but her sandals are red. She is tall but I am short. She is blonde and has long hair. She also has brown eyes and a small mouth. I think that she is sweet and generous but sometimes she is a bit talkative. She is really very beautiful.






My Spanish homework for the holidays. Done ! :D






(And you know I didn't just copy and paste from Google Translate when you don't see any é or ñ in my short essay ! :D *proud*)


(Okay, fine, it's a bit elementary. But I am doing only Level 1 ! Cut me some slack, would ya? xD)




(p.s: I don't really know whose picture that is. Wonder if her name really is Maria?)

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Christmas Gifts and Nail Fun !

Yes, I am well aware that it's been almost a month since Christmas. I'm not stuck in a time warp or something.


But remember I promised that I'd (maybe) post pictures of the Christmas gifts I made after I'd given them all out? (Just for you guys to admire ! *smirk*) xD


Well, tadaaaaaaa~




All the different colourful designs ! :)

They're kinda like bookmarks/paper clips. And each of them has been hand-painted by moi. :D


I had removed the metal spring from each one, painted the wood, and reattached them once they were dry. Oh, and I also applied a coat of varnish on them to give them a little shine and make them waterproof :)


It was tedious work. And it was rather difficult to hold the wooden pegs while painting. I kept getting paint all over my fingers ! @.@ Which wasn't so bad, except that it simultaneously smudged the hard work I'd done in painting that bit before that ! So I'd have to repaint it T.T





And I had to use tongs to hold on to the pegs just to avoid getting varnish all over my hands ! Nasty stuff !! >.< Stank up the house so I had to do it outside on the porch, squatting over a stool ! haha :P


Anyway, again, I want to apologize to those who didn't receive this gift this year. I am so very sorry. I'd made almost 20, and that was hard enough :(


To those who did receive them, hope you liked them as much as I (kinda) enjoyed making them ! :D






Next, wanna know what's my current nail colour? :P


(I'd actually changed it almost two weeks back but didn't have the time to post pictures up. Aheh.)


Here they are:






That's an opaque lavender base, with maroon spots. They were supposed to look like cute little footprints, but somehow, they don't. =.=


Which may explain why I'm getting comments like: "Blue's Clues" and "Hidden Mickey" !! @.@ (They're both TV programs; if you know them, you'd be laughing by now. xD)


Anyway, I'm getting kinda tired of looking at it for two weeks now. 


And with CNY coming up, these babies have got to go -- to be replaced with bright red nail polish, and maybe teeny flower nail stickers. :D


Ahah ! Got excuse to buy new nail polish ! *teehee*

A Dedication to Mr. H

When I first got to know him in my first year of university, he struck me as a very quiet person. 


I noticed him only because he was one of the four "thorns" among the roses in our class. Though we were classmates, I seldom talked to him. Looking back, I think it was mostly cos we'd rarely hear his voice in class, nor see his smile. We thought he looked positively unfriendly >.<


But I think that after a few semesters, he must have warmed up to the rest of us. I remember one class picture we took where the rest of us all exclaimed in surprise cos he had actually smiled ! (Which we hadn't really had a chance to see before that) :P


Sleeping in the main hall. LOL


The day I began to like this guy was the day that I really looked at him during a class. Like, really looked at him. (Can't remember which class it was >.<) (Not that I was spying on him or anything, I was just curious, you know?) (No, it's not that kind of 'like' la.) (Woi. Don't get the wrong idea okay?) (Stop ahem-ahem-ing la ! >.<)


I was actually looking straight ahead at the lecturer who was most probably talking to herself, making her own lame jokes and laughing at them, when something caught my attention from the corner of my eye.


I turned to look at him. And there was this funny expression on his face that just made me want to LAUGH OUT LOUD. xD I seriously don't know how else to describe what was it on his face that made me want to laugh, that was so funny. It was just funny, or at least to me.


And this expression of his was in response to something the lecturer had said in her monologue. Which made me think, Hey, this guy is kinda funny. (Aren't I using the word 'funny' waayyyy too many times at this point? =.=)


There were just countless other times after that when he made me laugh without even saying a word. :)


Because he forgot to bring his sweater and he was cold. LOL


Sometimes when I laughed at him, he'd give me this quizzical expression that made me laugh EVEN MORE. Something about that I-don't-even-realize-I'm-being-funny face that is even funnier than the first expression I was actually laughing about before. (D'ya follow?)


We are not exactly close friends; we don't share heart-to-hearts (although we've shared kutuk-ing sessions before ! xD) nor do we hang out outside of UKM, have supper, or lepak often. But I can say that my impression of him now is completely different to the one when I first met him that first day in class.

He's quiet, but that doesn't mean he has nothing to say. It brings to mind the old Malay saying "Diam diam ubi berisi". When he's looking out blankly into space, it doesn't mean he's not thinking anything. He seldom smiles, but he's actually a smiley person on the inside. He may look serious and strict, but he has the ability to have you in stitches without opening his mouth ! He is actually quite shy, especially around girls. (haha, So cute !) Sometimes he does the craziest and most silly of things. Things that, if you are lucky enough to notice, can make you laugh. Again. :P He may doubt himself, but I do think he is a good leader. He has that uncanny ability to make people trust him and entrust him with responsibilities. I recently saw this saying: "Bosses say 'Go!' but good leaders say 'Let's Go!'" And I think he is a "Let's Go !" person :)


See that half-smile? Who says he doesn't smile? LOL
Senyum tersengih ade la. xD




So dear H,


If you read this, this is what I really want to tell you:


Stop doubting yourself. Stop downplaying yourself. You are a likeable person who, at least for me, is funny as hell and never fails to make me smile. :D


You are certainly unique. We all are. You're a funny combination of serious and I-can't-help-it funny. :P


You're a good leader. You make me want to follow you, and support you. Good leaders can do that without ever having to tell their subordinates to do so.


Don't worry about being single at the moment. It's only cos you haven't found that girl who appreciates you for exactly who you are, yet. Or maybe she's just around the corner; she's just too shy (like you?) to come forward.


See the kind of silly things he does? LOL


Anyhow, I just thought that I'd dedicate this post to you. Just to tell you that you're everything (good) that people have said about you, and more. You just gotta believe in that, yourself.


I have a feeling you're gonna be an awesome teacher. You're the kind that students are too intimidated to get close to at first, but are pleasantly surprised once they have. :)




Hope this encourages you somewhat. :D


Cos I believe we all need some assurance and encouragement once in a while. :P

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Pumpkin Fritters (It's Yummier Than It Sounds)

My grandmother had me hooked on them, first.


Before that, I'd never even heard of pumpkin fritters. I mean, pisang goreng (banana fritters) are common; we see and eat them all the time.


But PUMPKIN fritters?




Ooh, but guess what?


They're absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS !! :D


I kid you not !






So when I was back for the weekend, my mum happened to be cutting up a pumpkin to cook for dinner. I thought it'd be a good idea to deep fry them instead, like my grandma did.


So I gave it a try :)


It's so easy to make, really !


Here's all you gotta do:






1) Prepare the Batter






You don't even have to add any sugar or anything. Nothing at all ! Just flour and water. Mix till you get a kinda runny mixture, but slightly thick.




2) Prepare the Pumpkin




Don't they look a bit like papaya? @.@
I LOVE PUMPKIN ! <3


Chop and cut the pumpkin up into slices. Not too thin, cos you'd want to bite into the fritter and actually feel like you're biting something, right? But not too thick either cos....nevermind. Just not too thick alright? :P




3) Dip pumpkin slices in batter and deep-fry.


The first fritter got left too long in the oil >.<
Oopsie. Aheh. :P




And you know what? 


You're done ! :D




Can you spot the first fritter (that got left too long in the oil)?
:P




And I must say, they're even better than banana fritters ! They've got such a natural sweetness that is hard to forget the next time you have banana fritters. :P




Don't they look absolutely gorgeous? :D 

Pumpkin fritters for a whole family of five ! :)




You have to try them ! I insist ! :D

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Curse You, Conscience !

I'd spent the whole day having classes and group discussions for assignments at the Faculty of Education today.


We were at the gazebo, having our discussion when Sun noticed something.


"Aisi ! Did these people really do that?"


Both Jess and I turned around to look behind us, curious. What is it what is it??


And we saw it:




Can you see it?




Terrible, isn't it?


How can someone just stuff a plastic bag of rubbish in between the branches of the shrub?


And it is also likely that it was done by a Faculty of Education student, too.


Call yourself a future teacher????? Don't you have a conscience?


Ugh. I'm disgusted !!!






After I snapped a picture of the plastic bag which had a polystyrene container and a straw sticking out of it, I couldn't just walk away, could I?


I felt bad leaving it there.




So I took it out from between the branches, squirming at the sight of the half-bitten hole at the bottom of the plastic bag. (It looked like a rat had gotten at it, or maybe a squirrel. Or a monkey.)


I took it with me to the bus stop, intending to dispose of it in the first dustbin I saw along the way.






Guess what?


There weren't any !!! @.@


Made me realize the severe lack of bins around the place. How not to have students leaving their rubbish everywhere? Shouldn't they have bins especially at the bus stop? Sheesh.


I didn't dare run down the hill to find a bin at the Language Faculty either for fear of missing the bus before I could make it back to the bus stop in time.






So there I was, at the bus stop, pinching the (disgusting) plastic bag between my thumb and forefinger, afraid to let any other part of me get dirty by it >.<


And people were staring.


I guess it kinda looked like I chewed the bottom part of the plastic bag off with my bare teeth ! Aiyaiyai~ @.@




Gosh, how embarrassing. =.=


And how annoying to have to hold it for so long, waiting for the bus !








ARGH, how I regretted taking it out of the shrub. Maybe I should have just left it there, huh?


Curse you, person-who-left-the-stupid-plastic-bag-hanging-in-the-tree, and curse you, my conscience !!! Why couldn't I have just minded my own darn business?




Oh well, all in a day's work I suppose :)

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Umbrella-Singing in the Rain


This




+





This




equals to





PURE GENIUS !!!!



You've gotta watch it ! :D

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Conquering Fear

My residential college, Tun Hussein Onn, feeds off the fear of its students.
It practically runs on fear.


Why do I say that?




Well.




I just got back to my college after a long, exhausting day out buying the stuff and materials we'd need for our Entrepreneurship course (we're selling ice-blended drinks, but that's another story :P), and I was absolutely looking forward to coming back to my homely little room with a missing window pane and sitting down to my sweet tong sui dessert after a nice, em, cold, bath.


But.


I saw two girls, standing outside the door of one of my floor mates, and I almost froze in terror.


Oh, my God. They're here
Oh no. What do I do??


I rushed into my room and locked the door.


Okay, maybe I should pretend I'm not here. Shit, but they saw me come in.
Or maybe I can hide myself in the bathroom? Have my bath immediately? Yes, I'll do that. They'll have no choice but to leave once I'm in the bathroom, right? Good idea.


So I practically grabbed all my things: my towel, my undies, my toiletries; my heart was pounding, praying that I wouldn't be too late.




Knock knock.


Oh, my God. I'm too late ! I'll just pretend I'm not here. Shit ! That's stupid, they know I'm in ! Oh crapcrapcrapcrapcrap where can I hide now? Do I really have to open the door?


Knock knock knock.


A sigh of resignation. I didn't have a choice now did I?


"Selamat malam, kak. Kami nak kutip RM25 untuk t-shirt FESSAT."


I stared at them. I tried to sneak my way out by saying I wanted to take a bath first, which was really the only excuse I had, seeing as I was in my towel and holding on to my toiletries. When that didn't work, I said, "Kalau tak nak beli boleh tak?"


"Tapi wajib, kak. Sebab ni program kolej. Kena pakai t-shirt tu masa program. Tapi kalau kak tak nak beli jugak, kena jumpe dengan En. Rahim dan Pengetua kolej la. Rasanya, cam tu tak de masalah."


I stared at them again, unblinking.


"Tak nak la." I said.


Then they jotted down my room number and left.






All that bravado I had put on earlier faded away like a puff of smoke after they'd gone.




Frankly, I was scared. En. Rahim (a member of the administration staff and also ex-military personnel who was renown for his booming voice and harsh words >.<) and the Principal???




Now you guys must be wondering why on earth I refused to pay in the first place right? Like, Hello, it's no big deal. Just pay the stupid RM25 and be done with it !


Well, I'll tell you why.




For the past 2 years this is what happens when I pay RM25 to RM27 for a t-shirt from college:


They never fit.


I am completely serious.

Those who know me, know that I am petite and small, smaller than a lot of people. 

The sizes, though apparently S (for small) NEVER fit me. I end up with t-shirts that are well below my mid-thighs, sleeves that cover my elbows, shoulder seams that droop below my shoulders onto my arms, long-sleeved ones that cover my hands !

They're like freakin' NIGHTGOWNS rather than t-shirts ! @.@

You know where they all are right now?

Stuffed in the bottom of my wardrobe at home, never to see the light of day again because who on earth would ever wear such ill-fitting clothes out in public? >.<


But like I said, I got scared. What if they kick me out of college? What if they call me up and demand an explanation?

While I was in the shower, I totally freaked myself out thinking along those lines. But after a while, I just got really pissed off.


I mean, why do they like to threaten us and twist our arms into doing stupid things that we don't want to? Why do they like to force people to do their bidding? Why do they abuse their power and threaten us when they certainly have no right to?

I damn well pay my fees to stay in this college. I deserve a room in this hostel. They have no right to kick me out, and they can't, especially not in the middle of the semester.

I've always been supportive of this college. I've paid my dues in first and second year when I naively joined every program they asked (read: forced) us to, jumped through every hoop they commanded us to, just like the circus animals we seem to be to them, just cos they have all the power.

I did not say I no longer support this college. I love it for it's relatively spacious single rooms, strategic position beside the main hall where Choir practices are held at night. The college is also a mere 10-15 minutes walk to my Faculty and the Language School, and only 5 minutes from Pusanika.

I do love this college. And when they conduct the stupid FESSAT (Festival Sanjungan Satria) and MAP (Malam Anugerah Pelajar) this semester, I can promise that I intend to be there to provide moral support.


But I will not, I repeat, not, pay another sen to buy a damn t-shirt that will most probably never fit me and I would never wear. It's a waste of my, damn, money.


I know it may seem a small thing. Like, Come on, it's just RM25.

But it's not just RM25. It signifies their control over us students, threatening us again like they have been for the past 2 years in this college.


Well, I will not fear, or be scared anymore.

I'm no longer that doe-eyed twenty-year-old that you think you can just push around and bully.


Fine.

If it comes to that, and En. Rahim or the Principal calls me up, I think I'll be glad for the chance to speak my mind.


You can threaten all you want.

I'm not scared of you. Not anymore.

Keeping a Promise

The multitude of comments and likes on my recent relationship status change on FB gave me a tingly feeling inside. I can't explain it.


But it feels nice, doesn't it? :D




Though it may seem that I have accomplished so much, or "passed the test of patience" some say, deep down I know that this is only the beginning.


Love is hard, people. Really.




Don't get me wrong.




Love is a lot of things: Love is sweet. Love can leave you smiling like an idiot for the rest of the day for no apparent reason. Love can have you giggling on the phone every few minutes. Love certainly makes you happy. :)


But love is also a lot of other things: Love makes you wanna do crazy things for someone else. Love makes you sacrifice things that you never thought you would. Love is compromise. Love is accepting the other for who that person is, warts and all. Love is learning to appreciate all that the other person is to you, and who you are, when you're with him. Love is putting the other person's needs before your own. Love is caring about how the other person feels, despite feeling like crap, yourself.




Love is hard work.




Love is not easy. It never has been, for me.




Love has been nothing like I expected. (Romantic comedies? Lies. =.=) 
It's been a learning experience.


I've been so used to Me, Myself and I for so long that now somebody else has come into the picture, sometimes, I just don't know what to do. But in order to make things work, you have to put that someone else above yourself. No question about it.




It's never easy. Sometimes it's so hard I just wanna give up.




But when you've made a promise, you keep it. (Provided that the guy is worth it, of course :P)


It's as simple as that, for me. :)

Sunday, January 9, 2011

The First Step in Going the Distance



It's official.








It's official !








It's OFFICIAL !!!








I hope we will go far :D


p.s: Thank you, Mum and Dad :)

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Stop All the Clocks, Cut Off the Telephone




Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.


Let the aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.


He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.


The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.




By W H Auden


...................................................................................................


Losing someone important to you is an experience that is universal. 

I say universal because it transcends all races, nations and gender.


Auden wrote of the pain from the death of a loved one that is so intense, so stabbing, so despairing, with such strong feelings of hopelessness, and our innate need to control, that I could almost feel it, myself.

The poem can be interpreted in different ways, but maybe I'm a conservative person. This seems to me to be the voice of a woman, speaking of her spouse, her lover. A spouse, or a lover, who was her everything, who was her life, her world.

"I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong."

Such a harsh reality. It completely shatters her, leaving her without even the will to carry on.



I guess many of us would think:
'Tsk tsk you silly girl ! What are you thinking? You must be stupid to feel there is no reason to keep on living. Only fools think that !"

But I guess you have no right to judge unless you've been there, in those exact shoes, yourself.


Everybody grieves differently. Everybody copes with the grief differently.


I just hope I never have to experience this.

Monday, January 3, 2011

i Hola !

Hola ! Que tal? Me llamo Melosa Mendes. Y tu? Como te llamas?
Tengo veintidos años. Soy de Seremban, y soy Malasia. Soy de estudiante de el idioma Ingles.


Translation:
Hello ! How are you? My name is Melosa Mendes. And you? What is your name?
I am twenty two years old. I am from Seremban, and I'm Malaysian. I study English.




haha I'm not sure if that's right. Self-composed, y'all. Not copied from any text book. Impressive? :D




Not really. We've learned much more than this in just three classes. Darn. My head feels about to explode ! I hate grammar ! >.<


And we've already learned to count to a hundred in Spanish. And even ask for a person's telephone number (Cual es tu numero telefono?). You know, just in case we meet a hot Spanish guy. But I doubt I'd be able to catch his number -- they speak so fast !!! @.@


And I hate grammar ! (Oh, did I say that already?)




But no matter what, I'm still loving Spanish classes. Though it seems a little tougher now, there's something about learning a new foreign language that is fun and interesting ! I can't help missing studying Korean though. I miss my teacher, 선생님 (son saeng nim) too :(




btw, Melosa Mendes is the Spanish name I've taken for myself. Isn't that cool? :P


I googled Spanish girl names and their meanings, and mine (Melosa) means sweet. Just like me ! Duh. :D (If you're sputtering and coughing right now, go get a Hacks sweet ! >.<)




Anyhow, despite a rather tough weekend last, I'm feeling much better, and rather embarrassed by the previous post. It was nothing, really. Was just feeling really depressed and had no one, and no where, to turn to. (But thanks for the concern guys :P *hugs*)


Turns out all I really needed was some time. And a good movie. :D




That good movie was Avatar. Oh, don't worry. Don't gasp like that. This isn't my first time watching it. Come on. That would be just sadddddd. (Sorry to those who haven't watched the movie. But seriously. If you haven't watched Avatar, you're totally missing out !!!)


Felt much better right after. Or maybe it was because I patched things up with him :)




Hm, I suddenly wonder if I can rewrite the introductory paragraph in Korean.


안녕하세요! 잘 지내 시죠내 이름 Melosa Mendes 입니다. 당신의 이름은 무엇입니까? 내가 이십이년 늙었.
내가 Seremban 에서 왔어요, 저는 말레이시아 사람입니다. 나는 영어 공부합니다.


Ahah ! I've still got it ! And I so didn't use Google Translate !! *laughs nervously*