Hello...What's up everybody? Guess who's covered in glitter? Guess who doesn't have a moustache?

Sorry. This is supposed to be a little (inside?) joke which no one will ever get unless they watch this video.

Actually it's not that funny. For some reason it is pretty funny to me though. Excuse my syok sendiri-ness. The engineer said I sound retarded every time I try to re-enact the video, because I'm the only one laughing. Ah well.

It's been a while since I wrote anything here. I guess there aren't many things to talk about, and I suppose the fact that I haven't really been committed to writing something without giving up halfway plays a key role too. What did I write about last? Getting that warning letter thing. Oh wow. That was way before I even got last semester's results too!

I suppose it's only proper for me to share a bunch of old updates about myself:

News #1: I got all A's that semester. Yes, despite my multiple absences from Malaysian Studies. Take that stupid absenteeism warning letter!

News #2: I've moved out. To the apartment across the hall. I'm all settled in. It's been over two months already, and I love my room. I actually don't want to move out of here.

News #3: My glasses-wearing days are over because I finally got some contact lenses about two months ago. Now I'm an eye ball-pinching, contact lens solution-buying person. It's actually a funny story, how I started wearing contacts I mean. One involving the scientist leaving me at the optical shop in the care of two workers ready to stick their finger in my eye (to help me put on the contacts, not because they were mad at me). The scientist left me there to go look for an ATM, even after I begged her to stay.
I believe these were my exact words: "Mummy...don't leave me..." I said this with all shred of dignity gone. I was really that scared.
She still left though.

Hmm...I suppose that's all. Here are some pictures.

my work space...although I don't really do much work there, what with not going to school/working anymore. But I do hang out there a lot!

Homer! Somehow the things on this wall are all lopsided.

my bookshelf. See that wooden thing hanging on the door? That's my Harry Potter wand!

Also...



Me and some guys (haha) at MTV World Stage! Good news is that I wasn't as stiff as I was at the Mraz concert (unless you compare me to all the MTV-loving people there). Really enjoyed myself. Watching the Rejects was amazing! Raygun and Boys Like Girls were equally good too. Also I thank the hat guy for bringing along such a fun group. I had fun.

I probably should have mentioned here that I am moving out...to the apartment across the hall.
You see the scientist couldn't take our living conditions here any longer (seven people in a three-bedroom apartment), so while waiting for our house to be done in Nilai my parents rented the empty unit across the hall to store all our new furniture for the new house...along with their first generation children (me and the engineer, the goth lives on campus so he's excluded). It's funny how that unit will house all new furniture but with old 20-something children.

I protested moving out at first because I had worked so hard decorating this room I'm in (the walls are PURPLE), but then the scientist said that I would be having my own room, along with my own queen-sized bed, and a whole apartment practically all to myself if I moved out. It took me a while to finally agree though. She had me when she mentioned that the room I'd be taking has the only functional air conditioner in the entire house.

We've rented that place for over two months already but I am only just at the beginning stages of packing and moving my stuff there because I was too busy with school before to move, so I told the scientist (who never failed to ask when I'm moving out) that I'd start moving after finals. Only I kind of wasted the whole of last week by not packing anything. Was the scientist pissed!

Now that my room is already fully furnished, today I decided to pack up some things and move them. I started with the things under my desk, which were stacks and stacks of magazines and files and boxes. I spent the whole day going through them. I found some things that were pretty embarrassing actually.


I had this as the cover of my plastic file in form 4...I also had one as a back cover, only I didn't want to take a picture of it because it was too embarrassing. It had a picture of a guitar on it with the words ROCK N ROLL on top, accompanied by more Razorlight pictures...oh gosh. *cringe*


I called this My Monster Book of Potter. It's huge. And heavy. Filled with nothing but Potter memorabilia I printed/bought/stole.




I think I got Jwen to help me buy this. It cost me 18 bucks.


I remember I used to ask book stores if I could have their Potter decorations. I even went to the publisher who printed the Potter stuff here and they gave me a lot of free stuff. Speedy Video were also nice enough to give me all their extra large Potter movie posters and banners. I still have them rolled away in a basket.


This is REAL. Dan Radcliffe sent it to me after I sent him a scrapbook I made containing all his favourite bands (or at least I thought they were). *CRINGE* I worked really hard on it. Angelin and Jwen would know, because I did parts of it in class. Oh gosh..I was crazy. It's no wonder I had bad grades that year. He also sent me a letter, and when I read it just now the first thing that came to mind was "Geez what a tool!" He spelt my name wrongly, in a way that made it sound like a really stupid name.

Talk about obsessive. It's no wonder I didn't have a boyfriend until I was 16! I didn't have the heart to throw out the Razorlight 'collage' even though it's really embarrassing because they are a crap band now, and I'm not sure about this, but I think my Monster Book of Potter is worth a fortune. Actually to me it's priceless, because I put in so much effort to get all those things, but you know if I were to sell it, I think some crazy person would actually pay a lot for it.

Tomorrow's going to be another day of packing up things and moving them. Gosh moving is a lot of work. And there's still decorating to do!

After one very crazy weekend of layout design, yesterday was the usual deadline day of craziness. I'm usually a pretty calm person, but I always find myself to be extremely cranky and short-tempered in the moments leading up to our printing deadline, because, according to the scientist, like her I am also very meticulous and I can't seem to let tiny little flaws here and there pass. I have to fix it. I apologise to anyone I snapped at yesterday. I mean I don't think I did, but when you're crazy in the 'heat of the moment' (and by this I mean the final moments in the newsroom just a few hours before you go to print, where you start being all sweaty and fidgety), you're not really aware of how you sound like. So I apologise.

Anyway, yesterday was different because it was the last time that we would all be in the newsroom together all stressed out and sleep-deprived. Next week would be finals, and after that it would be THE END. I didn't realise this until much later when things started to calm down a bit yesterday, but it was kind of sad to think about. I mean believe me, I wouldn't want to go through that sort of student-run newspaper craziness ever again, but it was sad to think about it anyway. It's kind of like work or school. No matter how many times you say you hate the place and can't wait to get out, the last day will always be sad at some point, at least for a while. This might be stopping me from leaving home and checking out schools in another country in a way. Only it's a bit different, because I'm not ready to let go of some things here. Not now. Not yet.

But enough on that. At around 7.30pm last night, when we were done doing some final changes, we were kicked out of the newsroom by the tech guys who wanted to close up the place and go home. Thomas suggested that we all go out to dinner, and since it was late he offered to give me a ride home afterwards. That was awfully nice. When we got onto the courtyard, it was funny how different the campus looked at night, almost deserted except for the hospitality school kids running the restaurant and kitchen. It was kind of nice, because it was the first time we were all together there at night. The hat guy was there too.

Thomas drove us to Station 1 in ss15. Actually he wanted to take us to this cheap place that sold curry noodles, but I hadn't eaten at all since 9am and the idea of noodles didn't seem very appetising, even if they were cheap. So we went to Station 1 instead across the road, which was a lot more expensive but nicer (I forgot I didn't have any money on me, so that hat guy had to pay for me first!). I think we stayed there for hours. After we finished eating we ordered dessert, and even after that we just kept talking and talking all the way till past 10pm. It was like as if were taking that moment to finally, actually talk about things non-school related. Excluding the hat guy, even though we see each other all the time, I don't think we've ever talked that much or that long before about football (Thomas and the hat guy anyway, with me chiming in here and there to talk about Brazil and their rhythm.) and old-school cartoons. Before that in the newsroom, we were singing the Captain Planet theme song, because we were trying to come up with a catchy front page teaser for an article I wrote about going green and it came up. I remember we briefly touched on the fact that all the Planeteers had cool rings except the last guy with Heart, which we all thought was lame, but Thomas said it was also 'necessary'. And later at Station 1 we were still talking about old cartoons we loved, and the Doraemon cartoon and comic books. That was funny.



On Thursday, when we come back for our post-mortem, and I erase that white board clean for the final time, I'm going to have to make sure I won't cry. You know, if the post-mortem doesn't turn out to be a big dramatic blowout from a certain person on the team I do not wish to name.

Yesterday the hat guy and I also had our last class together, only I think I was too worried about the paper to notice it. And now I'm just realising that we might not ever share a class together anymore, or go to the same school. It is all very sad and scary at the same time.

Oh now I'm kind of regretting not taking any nice pictures. I can never be spontaneous, can I? The last time I had a bout of spontaneity was when I went to that concert right after sports day, and even then I stank like a cab driver's arm pit! So it's not exactly a good memory.