YOU MUST WATCH THIS

i was eating lunch and was checking my mail a moment ago, and stumbled across this mail that rita forwarded to me. i clicked on the link to youtube, and prepared to take another mouthful of my mi goreng as i waited for it to load. the instant the video played, i cried, literally stopped chewing halfway, set my plate aside, and let my tears flow uncontrollably. like gushes of water from a waterfall, they just couldn't stop! i am not over-exaggerating my emotions, i cried like someone just died, literally. serious!

it was that touching, none of the many adjectives i have learnt throughout my whole life can describe this emotion. it's like your heart stopS beating, your breathing ceases, and everything else freezeS, like the air around me just froze, just like that.

you just have to watch these two videos for yourself. you have to. you must.





how inspiring is this?
they are competing in a triathlon despite their shortcomings and not complaining. and here i m here whining and worried to death about my finals tomorrow. i should stop complaining and be contented, and to be strong-willed. i feel like a spoilt brat.

thanks rita for the video. thanks dick and rick hoyt for the inspiration and motivation.

her heart beat has not yet returned to normal. now she has slightly swollen eyes and a runny nose. and she's not complaining.

happy birthday rita!

so it was rita's birthday yesterday. we had dinner at pizza hut, and by the end of the dinner everyone's tummy were filled with pizzas, tempuras, deep fried sotong rings and criss-crossed potatoes, mushroom soup, breadstix, and cake :D

it was an evening full of laughter and crazily random talks. like who's gonna have babies first and about getting old real fast, about some meatball animation movie and ohmygod, exams. which will start on friday. but that's not the point of this post. so i'll leave my complaining and whining to another day.

anyway, this birthday girl was so lucky she got 2 cakes. chocolate indulgence from zen, from us, and another unknown but beautiful cake from breadtalk from her bro. chocolate indulgence was heavenly as it always is, and was even better when it was shared among friends.

last but not least, pictures of the birthday girl with her cakes. see her smile see her smile! u cannot see her eyes right? she was that happy, i bet u she would have had very numb jaws thereafter.

crappy birthday poem that i whipped out last minute, and the unstoppable-laughing card? it was classic, epically hilarious. she laughed along non-stop like no-one's business. didn't u rita? *evil grin*

oh and as u can see, i am still hooked on faking polaroids.

happy 20th birthday rita!
have the best year ahead!
oh and get HDs for your exams, wish that for me too k?

she bought dark brown nailpolish. she was happy. she has to go back to cognitive psych notes. she waves goodbye, reluctantly.

magically fake

took some time off my social psychology notes to experiment faking polaroid pics. i found this nice little website that helps turn our own photographs into polaroid pics. i duno why but polaroids just give me a warm fuzzy feeling inside, like it could take me back in time, like a dream scene. blurry, but so very emotionally vivid at the same time. it's just too magical to resist.

all pics are originally taken by yours truly, the first one from home, second (taken by dad or sis?) and third's at grandma's. last two are of penang hill and penang botanical garden respectively. go try it out, transforming your pics into polaroid pics, so much more interesting than boring, static social psych lectures notes.

she mentally structures her psyche into continuing mugging on social psychology notes. "the four stages of group development" sheesh.

onlythesecouldbrightenmymoodnow

apple-filled doughnuts in vienna

bauble necklace

f21 open cut butterfly ring

f21 angelique winged bracelet

home//apple-filled doughnuts//cake//cats//accesories//beautiful blue sky
shopping

credits: stylesightings; yvan rodic; style.com; forever21.com; my archives

one story and the three most valuable things in life

the old man sat with his back hunched, at the corner of the packed train. one would not notice his tiny frame, almost out of view next to the obese boy busily shooting down alien beings on his psp, earphone plugged. the volume of the boy's ipod was at a maximum, of earshot of everyone in that corner.

while the other passengers were annoyed by the catchy, heavy rock metal tune, the frail old man was oblivious to all this ruckus. one hand tightly gripping to the string that held his electric blue plastic bag with yellow piping, the other desperately digging its contents for something. something really important.

head bowed, eyebrows locked, he frantically fished around. he lifted the rectangular plastic bag, weathered, almost torn at the edges, onto his thin thighs that 40 years ago, would outrun even the best athletes. now they were only flesh and bones, wrinkled and dry, like the folded skin of an old elephant, skinny as sticks.

the same catchy rock music repeated itself, the train sped forwards, rocking back and forth, and the old man kept searching. finally, with a wide smile on his wrinkled face, he found it. in his hands held a laminated black-and-white picture of a beaming child in the arms of a handsome, young man, hair slick and back-combed, in a starched, clean white shirt, a smile as bright as the sun. the same smile on the now wrinkled, sharp face.

"my son, my son, i can't wait to see you!" he exclaimed aloud deep in his heart, still smiling to himself as the train slowed down to a halt. the old man carefully kept the treasured photograph and struggled to stand up, his legs quivering unstably. he hung the plastic bag on his bony shoulders, and made his way to the train door.

immediately, a familiar face came to view. "son! son!" the old man cried out, waving his skeletal arm, with tears in his eyes, to the son he had not seen for a year.

there was no hugs, kisses or warm welcome gestures. "hey dad," the young man in the expensive armani suit halfheartedly took a glance at his aging dad, and continued talking importantly on his blackberry.

but the old man was contented, that his son was successful, and that his son still accepts him, unlike most of his friends whose sons abandoned their useless, troublesome fathers at the old-folks' home. he smiled from ear to ear, and deep within his contented soul.

"contentedness"
blackhumour, 200910202010

i was inspired to write this after seeing an old indian man of the same characteristics searching for something from his creased, electric blue plastic bag. it made me feel so sad for him, i duno why. maybe i was just being emo as i always do. and i thought of the mail mum sent me. this was one of the images that caught my attention.



maybe it's all the studying alone in the small little room that has gotten to her. despite all the stress to score in exam, she's contented of her life now, and gracious of everyone who loves her all the same. she loves them all too. from the deepest part of her soul.

the good and the good

dun ask me why my post title is named this way. it's just that a few days ago things seem to not work in my favour, but now, they seem to take a turning towards the good, and the good:) a girl must be gracious.

anyway, i have always love blueberries, but they dont come cheap in malaysia, and not easy to find. so, i go with blueberry jam instead. same thing wad, only different products. i have been eating this for the past 3 days, and i m addicted!

*note: no added sugar*

got back my second com assignment, the one about althusserian vs liberal democratic approach towards communication and culture. all i can say is that i dont hate althusser after all!

another piece of good news -- for me at least -- is that today is my last day of class for the whole semester. finals is 10days away. and i'm halfway done with my bachelor's degree. time really does fly, i cannot imagine myself as a degree graduate in another one and a half years. i really cant. hmm duno why but yea.

okay back to psychologically filling up my mind with cognitive and social psychology notes.

water, sun, tan, fun and everything in between

since the mines wonderland failed us last week, we think they closed down we decided to celebrate our anniversary this week at sunway lagoon. it was awesome!! i havent been there since god-knows-when, have been in sunway for a year and a half but have never set foot in sunway lagoon. now i have :D

had fun just lazying around planting our butts into the double tubes, splashed water at each other like annoying but cute little kids, attempting to overthrow the other off the tube, squinting our eyes when facing the sun, waddle like ducks trying to get to deeper part of the pool, went up the water slides countless times, two rounds of the niagara falls fume ride, screamed like little girls and cackled like little boys, and people watched. most importantly, we had so much fun.

we even had souvenirs! lame yes i know. but who says lame can't be cool? *grins*


now i m even darker than i was before! but i like to think of it as a tan, healthy and sporty kind of tan, not lindsay-lohan's-bad-tanning-job kind of tan.


ever and always

no more slacking around, exam's just around the corner. she must study, now. or maybe tomorrow. X)

the bad and the bad

some days you just feel shitty. today is one of those days. yesterday's sushi couldn't even make up to it. i guess "shitty" and "shit" are my most common-used word this week, the two don't vary much in meaning even.

on the bright side:

• i cleaned my room today
• my hair is smooth and soft after washing
• the back of my knees don't itch
  
• going to sunway lagoon on sunday
• found these

forever21//lookbook.nu//jakandjilblog

she may not be going to aussie next sem, which sux, but what to do? the management sux more.

soft shell crab crepe

i finally settled all my assignments. and my cravings for salmon sashimi. not that i dont crave for it anymore, i still am! and yes our sushi dinner. we were so into it i did not take any pictures. tsk tsk.

sakae has the best sashimi ever, fresh and raw. and chawanmushi, and soft shell crab crepe. i like saying that, soft shell crab crepe, and laugh at myself for being tongue tied. and i tried the seasoned seaweed for the first time. yumyum!

empty chawanmushi cawan (cup). the contents all dancing happily in our stomachs X)


soft shell crab crepe. one already downed by yujia. very fast. heh

speaking about food right, i ate the weirdest mooncake this year:

the teochew mooncake. yes it is a mooncake, not a disc-lookalike-biscuit. with all the grains and nuts in it, it tastes weird, and kinda different. but i like :)

she wants dark blue toe-nails. and cheese cake. and some more soft shell crab crepe. and nilai's chicken egg special burger. and char koay tiau. and dark brown toe-nails. and fringe necklaces. and gigantic rings.

nautical nonsense

WARNING_this post is gonna be so lame you would puke.

all four assignments, done.

so how did i survive this week's long of FOUR assignments u ask? well all very much thanks to this guy. haha yep, the notorious spongebob squarepants! dun laugh



michele likes his optimism and i like him just because he's funny. and yes she googled the spongebob theme song and it has been stuck in our brains, like ever since.

so here goes:

ohh who lives in a pineapple under the sea "spongebob squarepants"
absorbant and yellow and porous as he "spongebob squarepants"
if nautical nonsense be something u wish "spongebob squarepants"
then flop on the deck and plop like a fish "spongebob squarepants"
ready,
spongebob squarepants!
spongebob squarepants!
spongebob squarepants!

ok now i cant stop thinking of this song. why so infectious?!

she's looking forward to sushi dinner tomorrow night, and maybe sunway lagoon on sunday. must not eat too much. need flat stomach for that two-piece.

spongebob squarepants!

10100909

ANNIVERSAIRE HEUREUX!!!

i love u. i love u. i love u. i love u.
i love u. i love u. i love u.
i love u. i love u.

althusserian-itis: the new depression

(click to enlarge)
in blue: the idea here is that our identities are, like language and ideologies, constructed

8-oct-2009 18:29

so, we are not who we actually are? we are only shells subjected to the interpellation by ideology? the books we read are ideologies, the ways we talk are ideologies, even the outfits we mix&match are ideologies?! what are we then, other than only ideologies?

depressive state.

8-oct-1009 18:33

i re-read my assignment, and was struck by this statement which i wrote:
schools and universities transmit knowledge, or ideologies, to students like mass production in factories (o'shaghnessy & stadler, 2002:200), in a one teacher-many students' relationship. even the building-up of the lecture hall itself conforms to this mode of production, students merely listen attentively to what lecturer is teaching and to take notes like photocopying machines, there is no room for students to ask questions, or so to speak.

and i typed in "so sad, but true" after the statement. in my head. i was that inclined.

9-oct-2009 04:29

still can't get over the pessimistic althusserian view of communication and culture. despite his pessimism,i agree with him. if i flop this assignment i am so gonna hate althusser.

add sugar. make the sweetest lemonade out of the lemons that life gave you

sometimes when life gives u a tough time, get it over with and get on with life. as the saying goes, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going .

i m so philosophical today.

having four assignments due in a week is shitty, especially when all the assignments are major, 40% each, 2000 and not a word less. and when i m stressed, i procrastinate more. whatever.

ugh!! i still can't believe i have FOUR assignments due in a week! my life is so interesting.

i want home

the song filled the room, and she thought of home.
looked at the mooncakes, and she thought of home.
took a piece of raspberry, and she thought of home.
typed her half done assignment, and she thought of home.
flipped through cleo, and she thought of home.
wrote down groceries list, and she thought of home.
slathered on lotion, and she thought of home.
drank a mouthful of water, and she thought of home.
looked at the carpet, and she thought of home.
cleared out her luggage, and she thought of home.

with every blink of her eye, she thinks of home.
with every breath she takes, she thinks of home.
with every beat of her heart, she thinks of home.
she wants home.

rants

it's almost 2.30am and here i am, in my sister's room, sitting as close to the wireless router as possible as to not disconnect from the unstable wireless connection. should get someone to come check. anyway, as i said, it's almost 2.30am and here i am, still brainstorming on my organizational psychology 2nd assignment, which, i have no idea how to start. i'll just let my inspirations guide me. typing furiously one minute and stopping totally the next. writer's block. heh

speaking about inspiration, i figured that if i can't concentrate on my assignment, why not not fuss and do something that excites instead. so, i looked through my photo archives and fashion-blog-hopped. yes, i do that obsessively. and i looked for inspiration somewhere else. only that somewhere else does not contribute to my task analysis assignment.
nevermind that.

pic credits: lookbook.nu//thesartorialist//stylesightings//charles&keith//forever21//my archives

monash ball 09

i'm a week overdue on this post, but today the main characters are pictures from the monash ball that i have promised earlier. i never thought i could get the pics from yujia that fast hehe but i am still waiting for those from the others. pssst...you guys know i 'm talking about you right? *winks*

joanne introduced a friend of her friend to do our makeup for rm30. she did a very good job i have to say, i wanted a light, natural, fresh look to go with my pastel-coloured floral halter dress, with my matching purple flower headband, and that was exactly what i got. bravo to Hana.

now, let the main characters shine. credits to yujia, some of mine too hehe.

credit of this pic goes to the photographer of the ball committee whom i duno. our table were all girls. pretty ones too. haha narcissistic!

"love this pic yujia"


mr monash: the far right -- and handsomest -- guy, gerrit
ms monash: the beautiful lady in pink, hanie

and guess what, we got to see fireworks! not from the committee of course, but from the bep concert down in sunway lagoon. talk about timing. heh

andlastly, behold, this 5bucks photo of noone else, but me. i apologise for my narcissism.

perfect outfit, perfect accessories, perfect heels, perfect makeup, perfect company, perfect atmosphere. it was a night of reminiscence. i guess that's all the photos of the ball i will be putting up here. the rest that i have are from facebook. uploading them here are strenuous.

. end of self-indulgent session. back to those assignments. and i thought this was my mid-sem break. sheesh.