Akitsas

The core.

2012-02-23T07:09:00.001-08:00

So I managed to dig out something I wrote last year, when I was super ambitious and wanted to write my own book. I don't know what its called, or what it should be called. All I know is, I must have been one conflicted 15 year old.

Here goes nothing.

Time could not have passed any slower. You look up at theclock and notice that only 3 minutes have passed. You try to move your leftleg, but it seems to be dead. You lift it and shake it a little bit to get the bloodflowing. The room was chilly and silent. You could hear the hum of the airconditioner and an occasional honk by a car outside. You stare as thereceptionist takes a sip of water out of her glass. Her ring knocks against theglass. Had the room temperature been a few degrees lesser, the glass would haveshattered. Blankly you flip through the magazine on your lap, your eyesscanning the pages intently, but your mind somehow flying away.

You were confident with your choice, considering it was theoption you had in the first place. Nobody knows about this decision, about whatyou were about to do. What would Momthink? You hoped she wouldn’t find out. Even if she did, she’d probably try tosweep it under the carpet like she does with everything else. What about Dad?Sara? Grace? Liam? Liam. Those four letters circled your mind, teasing you,taunting you. It was all his fault. Oh well, you’re in denial. Clearly it waspartly your fault. You knew this would happen all along.

A soft thud filled the empty hallway as the receptionistdrops her pen. You watch as she picks it up and attempts to use it again,pressing the nib gently on a piece of paper. ‘Its no use,’ you think. ‘Itsworthless now, lost its value…just like me.’ You snap back into reality whenyou hear someone saying your name, it’s the receptionist. You trot behind heras she leads you down the empty hallway into the room of doom. The walls arefilled with dozens of posters lined up, all screaming the same thing at you.All heading towards you like waves crashing onto the shore. Its ironic thatthose posters would be in here. Their headings stand out, capitalized, bold,italicized. Then the wave hits you. Jut as the receptionist turns the doorknob,you mutter something to her and quickly walk away.

Forget the appointment.

Forget the community.

You’re keeping this baby. Say no to abortion.

There's gonna be one less aborted baby!

Y U Zo Specialz?

2012-02-17T06:00:00.000-08:00

I know la. Never updated, completely ignored, close to extinct.

Lets just pretend I was extremely apologetic and you guys were terribly understanding and we solved the whole lack of blogging crisis without the need to cause a national scandal.

We had this event last week in Sekolah Khas. Its like a tradition of some sort which the ICC organizes annually. Around a 100 interactors and another 50 students of the Sekolah Khas participated in this event.
Cheh sounds like some report's intro.

So it was all social-worky, and happy-zappy where everyone is at their best. Utmost patience can be observed and no foul words fly around. Maklumlah, its social work time wert.

Equilibrium. JENG JENG.

Yeah, so that was a success. Thanks to Jen who put the whole thing together. *insert audio of applause*

Now, everyone was kinda 'bewildered' by how the teachers of that school treated those kids, pulling them and hitting them if they were naughty or refused to listen. So begin the gossiping about how brutal they were, and how we would make better teachers to these kids any day.

YOUR FACE. -.-

There was this one lady who noticed me staring at her while she slapped the living daylights out of a kid. Once she was done, she calmly lifted the drooling kid of the floor and turned to me and said in Tamil, "If we treat them the way you people do, they'll never be normal."

TRIPLE IN YOUR FACE.

I know that sounds like its out of some Mike Newell movie but seriously, coming to think of it, the only reason we're so patient with them is because we consider them 'special' or more like 'disabled'. The day we wake up and realize that they are just like us, is the day we will be equal. Till then, Ta-Ta.

So deep, so deep.

I am aware of the fact that I have vowed never to over analyze things like those vellakarens.

VAT IS VELLAKARENZ, YOU MAY ASK?

And I think you know the answer.

So IU day is in another 2 days. Yes, tempers are flaring like flames from some burning wooden house, yes tears are flowing like alcohol on Ladies' Nights at bars and of course, death threats soar through the air like fireworks on the eve of CNY. I guess thats the best part about organizing an event with people who you know well, you get to know them better. Not necessarily a good thing, but helps when the need to gossip about the person arises. KEEDEENG LA.

Omg, I need to shut up but, ONE MORE THING, I'm sure you've seen posts like these circulating around the net off late.

I MEAN WHO WRITES THESE THINGS LA?

They make chicks in general appear to be absolute bimbos who will fall in love with the next guy who wraps his arms around their hips.

Okay for instance, the INFAMOUS handing of jacket when in cold myth. Ladies and gentlemen, this nonsense is only applicable in cold damn countries. Not Malaysia, truly heated Asia.

Dah la, we live in this polluted, overpopulated furnace , if your apek boyfriend ( who has a leather jacket and has just read the *100 things a girl likes post* ) hands you his jacket, you'll end up sweating, which will result in your make up running down your face, which makes you look butt ugly.

Yes butt ugly.

Looking butt ugly will make you angry, and you will develop a kolaveri, which will end up in you breaking up with that poor apek with a leather jacket.

Makes sense na? I know, I'm so intellectual. Danks que ;)

A rojak buah of predicaments.

2012-01-21T06:37:00.000-08:00

Since I'm so very bored right now, let me tell you the two main factors in the decline of the East Asian civilization. One, language and two, insecurity.

When I mention languages, the first few ones that would pop into your mind, probably are French, Italian, and if you're very local, English. I don't blame you, we live in a community where everyone looks down upon themselves, so looking down upon your own language isn't something you should be confessing as a sin to your priest about.

o.O Touchy.

I know of people who condemn those who speak or type broken English, publicly. The best part about all of this is that they are the very ones who have statuses that go 'Owhmagad, Yew Are Murderinq Enqlishz.' Well, lets just say 'Yew' are actually the one who murdered English a long, long time ago. I guess sometimes its better to check if you got shit in your pants before scrutinizing anyone else's shitty pants.

I got passion in ma pants and I ain't afraid to show it.

So that's one extreme of people these days, so overly confident of their actions regardless of whether those actions are right or wrong.

Like Miss 'Hotstuff of the year.'

Another extreme of people are the ones who are painfully insecure. You know the type of people so say things like ' Oh sigh, I'm such a bore. No one likes me or loves me. Sigh, sigh, double sigh!' GO DAI. Some say they just lack attention which is why they moan and groan and compare themselves to the ones around them.

Shylo mylo.

I just think that they just feel completely unappreciated or useless in every way possible. It probably doesn't help if the people around them are either social butterflies or anorexic supermodels. Picture this, you could be the hottest girl or guy, for that matter, in whatever place you live in. But once you step out of your comfort zone, and see better-looking people, insecurity creeps into you, leaving you just as pathetic as those people I mentioned before.

So try to fit yourself into their shoes. Everyday, in and out, surrounded by throngs of people who they believe are better than them in every aspect. Its not just someone's appearance, it could be their talents, or their command of the language or a particular skill. Every simple thing someone does better than them contributes to their growing mountain of insecurity. And aisehman, one day its going to erupt or something.

So you comprehend why I think insecurity isn't them being annoying or being total LOAs. Its just that no one has bothered to look them in the eye all this while and tell them truly how wonderful and special they are. This may all sound very cliche-ish and lord forbid, maybe even Oprah-ish, nyeh, but people with massive insecurity issues are like tissue papers, they can break apart any minute.

PHILOSOPHY OVERLOAD.

So back to the decline of the East Asian civilization. One group of them, who are overly confident and brutally murder English should be punched in the face. While the other, reserved, emotionally crippled, INSECURE ones should be patted on the back.

Thats all for now, and just so you know, SOMEBODY'S BIRTHDAY HAPPENS TO BE 1 DAY AWAY. Just sayyyiinnngg. Better wish me or else I shall launch into an insecure rant on nnobody loving and liking me.

So deep.

2012-01-13T05:13:00.000-08:00

I've not been feeling very well lately. Everyday, after i get home from school, I'm usually greeted by a massive pain in the ~~ass~~ head. I don't know why and my minyak kapak bottle is now three quarters empty. I guess its probably because of the sudden change of environment.

FROM

It doesn't help that in another uh 2 months all the competitions in the world will crash down upon us, so will the avalanche of IU days and not to forget monthly tests. I know, I'm sorry. I don't usually moan and groan here, but I figured that if my viewership is going to decline slowly, it better start after everyone reads about my pain. My mathar's logic to this is simple.

"Girl, its a growing process. Face it, or I can just get you hitched off to an old, abusive single-toothed, womanizer from some remote part of India. Its your choice, but of course no pressure."

I wonder what would be the perfect response to something as Indian as that.

Anyhoo, we have been having PMD for the past week. In case you're one of those people who are lucky enough to get away from government schools, PMD is the abbreviation for Program Maju Diri. What they are maju-ing us for, I dare not ask. :/

So we're sitting in class one morning, hoping feverently that the teacher would forget she has to come in, when this sulky woman drags herself in with a sheaf of papers. Good to know we aren't the only absolutely thrilled ones that morning. She plonks it down and proceeds to drone on and on about some ridiculous activity on 'Matlamat Hidup Anda'. And now we're scribbling something about going to college and getting a double degree and bla bla bla when she asks me a question.

"Kamu ni nak buat double degree tu dalam ape ye?"

I'm like Why bitch, WHY you gotta spoil my morning by bringing up all this adulty nonsense. It doesn't end there, every other activity that we're given somehow connects back to what degree or profession we intend on pursuing in the future.

Can I be her?

Then today at approximately 3:05 in the afternoon, I'm halfway through my first ever Accounts class in Sunita, attempting to look interested in balance sheets and all that simpan kira nonsense. When. . . .

EPIPHANY HITS ME.

I look around and realize that no matter how hard I try, I can never ever fake interest in anything. All this Physics, Chem, Bio, Add Maths, Economics, Accounts, Sejarah and Moral gup-shup is not my friend la.

I could work my lungs off and get straight A's, no problem. But in the end of the day, even if I get a transfer to Arts, I'll still be hatin' on everything. Why? Cos I just hate education.

So I made my decision. I aliased with my momma. She's popping me on the next plane to. . . .

INDIA, MEET MA MAN!

Hope to blog about my new life as a submissive wife from there, BYE BYE!

Take this ho over the rainbow.

2012-01-06T04:42:00.000-08:00

Arrogance.

According to the Merriam-Webster online dictionary, arrogance is defined as 'an attitude of superiority manifested in an over bearing manner or in presumptuous claims or assumptions' or maybe even as 'the act or habit of making statements based on pride, self-importance, conceit, or the assumption of intellectual superiority and the presumption of knowledge that is not in evidence or supported by any facts or experience.'

-.-'

I'm pretty sure you only read the 'According to Merriam part'. Don't worry, even I didn't read it. Thank God for copy and paste.

Arrogance, to me is just like a plate of spoilt Briyani in an Indian restaurant.

Yes thambi, briyani.

This particular spoilt Briyani gets put aside while new ones are cooked and served. Unlike most isolated objects which might probably feel insecure, this Briyani develops a sudden sense of empowerment and jeng jeng, arrogance. 'I am not being served, nothing is wrong with me, I'm special.' says the proud chicken cuisine.

But no one told the Briyani that pride comes before a fall. It gets thrown away the next day. R.I.P.

P.S I'm not schizophrenic and neither am I the Briyani Whisperer.

So yeah, that's arrogance for you. In case you can't relate yourself to the Briyani story, let me bring you down to some more 'teenagy situations.'

1. You're sitting alone in tuition cos your momma dropped you off early. You play with your phone, stare at walls and make silly faces at the security camera. Then Miss Boomerang walks in with an oversized bag containing half of the make-up section in Jusco and plonks herself down as fffaaaaarrrr away from you as possible.

Okay so you're Asian right? And momma's always said to be friendly. So you wave a little and say 'Hey, what's up?'. Miss Boomerang slowly lifts her head to reveal her over plucked eyebrows and pouty lips. Then she gives you the 'look'. Oh you know the 'head-body-toes-body-head' look, and shoots you a look of utter disgust. Then she somehow finds the energy to lift up her French manicured fingers to give a tiny wave and continues to stare at her nails, ignoring your existence. Completely.

YOU JUST GOT ARROGANIZED!

2. You're in Starbucks, making full use of the Wifi since your father won't pay for your data plan, as you sip on a Chamomile tea - maklumlah, its one of the paling murah.

In walks Mr Popularity from your school. You guys know each other, through clubs and stuff, so in an attempt to not be rude you walk up to Mr Pop to say hi. Mr Pop seems to not recognize you, so you belt out some inside jokes and funny situations that you both were involved in. Mr Pop turns over to his giggly female companions and whispers something, that causes them to giggle and laugh at you. You hang your head in shame. Completely.

YOU JUST GOT ARROGANIZED!

3. You : Hey I'm ____ from ____. What's your name?

Bitch 2.0 : Oh sorry, I don't get you, I don't speak freak language you see.

YOU JUST GOT SUPER ARROGANIZED!

Yeah, thats the world for you. We often sit down and ask ourselves, why are people so mean. The answer truly is insecurity. The only reason one would be rude or bitchy to you, is only because they feel threatened by you or your personality. And that one insecure person will tell her insecure friend who will tell her insecure boyfriend who will tell his insecure group of friends about you. And before you know it, YOU GOT EM' HATERZZ!

Some wise person, me, once said, 'You need to be known to be hated.' *coughs* So embrace the hate, because all publicity is good publicity, especially BAADD publicity. Nyehe.

And remember, haters gonna hate, potatoes gonna potate. :)

Back to the sick hole.

2012-01-03T05:33:00.001-08:00

School starts tomorrow and its obvious that no one is excited.

Some grumble alot.

Some grumble a little lesser.

While others....

But then some positivity wouldn't kill right?

So yeah, thats school for you. AND OMG, ITS 20 MORE DAYS TILL THE GREATEST DAY EVER!

*dies of extreme vanity overdose*

Lamboria.

2011-12-28T00:29:00.000-08:00

Its the last day of 2011 and I am alone at home with my silly dog which refuses to respond to my questions. Nobody cares about me. Le sigh. Okay so, due to intensive boredom, I resorted to my old habit of :

So I'm busy stalking musicians on Youtube and watching year old That Effing Show episodes on repeat when I click on a link on the suggestion box. So I get the usual :

At first I'm like 'Yeah, its okay. Malaysia's in Mars la right?'. But please take a closer look:

Yu Freaking Na.

And oh boy, I was like 'Bitch hold my bloody nasi lemak!'

In case you're one of those people who live under this gigantic rock called Ignorance, Yuna is a MALAYSIAN. ( we pause this post to sing the Negaraku. ) Talk about irony.

Baaddd Yuna.

Anyway, ( I need to find more sentence starters. ), I was at this function with some gossipy aunties and they were attempting to get me involved in their conversation. It started off very nicely with them insisting that I should become a 'daktar' because it is a 'respectable' profession. I was like, bro, how do you expect me to pursue something I have completely no interest in?

And one of the gossipy aunties says something that just made my day.

'Why don't you do Medicine, THEN go pursue whatever you are interested in?'

I swear, that knocked me out, I was speechless and staring open mouthed at her for like 3 seconds. Oh boy, it takes a ~~genius~~ Indian to come up with something as brilliant as that. Noticing my bewildered expression, another gossipy auntie attempted to smooth out the tension in the air by 'attempting to joke' about my specs. She went '' Eh girl, you shouldn't be wearing your grandmother's glasses you know, The last time I saw you, you looked better."

Oh hell no. She didn't. 'Bitch, hold my bloody nasi lemak.'

And the only thing that was running through my mind that whole time was ' Lady, you should stay away from the mutton. The last time I saw you, you only had one stomach.'

Jingle Jingle Fat People Grumble.

2011-12-25T04:04:00.001-08:00

Halo balo, its been 3 days since I last blogged which is very the odd. Sorry, I've just been basking in the after glow of my results, if thats even possible. Anyway, belated Christmas wishes to anyone who bothers. Christmas was pretty eventful, went to Mr Anthony's house for lunch ystd, mainly to meet up with the rest of the ICC donkeys and we kinda overstayed our visit. Then headed to Uncle Raj's house for dinner.

Emotional shit.

Okay so now I'm bored. Just woke up in time to have lunch and now I'm in emo mode. School's starting in what, another week and I made a big fuss of not buying any new things, ie : pinafore, bright shiny damn shoes, because thats my form of rebellion. Weird, yes. I think its like a way for me to look 2012 in the eye and say 'Eh idiot, I'm so not looking forward to you, see old stinky pinafore! TAKE THAT!'

I doubt it would give two flying kites about what I feel, but as I said its my form of rebellion, my ONLY form.

Of late, there's been alot of lovey-dovey posts being circulated on Facebook and no doubt, its romantic and all but it usually ends with something like this.

BOOM.

BAM.

Ouch? Its not nice to curse someone to be FOREVER ALONE AND DIE WITH 900 CATS just because they don't repost a particular nonsensy post. I mean, what happened to manners la? Seriously. It doesn't help that people like me listen to songs filled with loneliness and intense pain all the time. Damn you Sara Bareilles.

Wow this has turned out to be a very pointless post, so I shall end with a joke.

What would the Pink Panther say if he comes across a dead ant?

*recite in Pink Panther tune*

DEADANT DEADANT DEADANT, DEADANT DEADANT DEADANT DEADANT DEADANT.

Please forgive me for being so lifeless. I love you guys bye.

Hold them flimsy slip.

2011-12-22T00:26:00.000-08:00

Boom yes. Got 7 a's. *exhales all the stored up sulphur dioxide shit*

Its a pretty cool feeling really and I swear I feel like I'm out of one of those Malay karangans. Minus the 'cium tangan semua orang dalam radius kedudukanku' part. My mother, Miss Nosy 2.0 marched right into the school and got to know my results before any of us could set foot into the damn compound. What can I say? A mother as a teacher, you expect nothing but horror.

All that said and done, all 68 of us ( HEARD THAT little school somewhere in Kelantan? 68! ) and every other 15 year old who got the results that they wanted have a lot to be thankful for considering the effort put in by everyone around us.

Wow, I sound so grown up.

You know what? Scratch that. We be the awesome ones who studied our noses off. So build a temple for yourself and conduct prayers, because you da bomb man.

Yeah, so I have noooothang else to say. *birds whistling, leaves rustling*

Bai and congrats guys. Love, Sastika Da Bomb Mohan.

Let's get Indian.

2011-12-20T01:59:00.001-08:00

Hi, I'd like to shed some light on a friend of mine, who clearly needs help.

A friend who needs help, looking for a husband. Let me introduce you to Alycia Steven.

Born 16 years ago, with a rare animal disorder, dubbed infamously as Catoglasasia, young Alycia was often times shunned away by most children her age due to her cat-like upper face and screeching voice.
However, her butt ugly appearance did nothing to deter her upbeat personality and her long dream to find, a good Indian husband. Therefore, 16 years, 30 operations, 400 skin specialist visits and about a thousand different skin creams later, we have a somewhat better looking Alycia, more female, less feline.

I, was touched by this little girl's dream, that spark and that hope to find a life partner, that I willingly sacrificed my humor and got down to blog about this serious issue. Just to point out, Alycia no longer pees on carpets and licks herself, so any interested candidates to become her husband, should not worry about petty issues of such.
With that I end this segment of the post, leaving you with a contact number ( 1800-11-Indian-Cat-Matrimony ) to help this poor charity case. In support of all faceless catheads <3

ME-WOW.

Okay so all that drama aside, I have my own dramas ruining my life. And please don't expect me to break down here and cry about how my boyfriend and I aren't what we used to be, and how that spark we had is gone and how my boyfriend has weird girls texting him pictures of their toes.

Nuh-uh sizta. I'm too sexy and awesome to have a boyfriend.
Translation : FOREVER ALONE.

Moving on, the main drama in my life is probably drama itself. To put it simply, I have a maid. I have a maid who watches dramas. I have a maid who watches Indian dramas. I have a bloody maid who watches Indian dramas all alone the whole night. I have a bloody maid who watches Indian dramas all alone the whole night ALTHOUGH SHE DOESN'T GET A WORD OF IT.

See? And you actually thought boyfriend issues are more important than this? Pfft, shame on you.

Right, if you aren't Indian, or you are Indian with no drama influence at home, I suggest you give yourself a BIG pat on the back. You have just saved yourself 5 hours of torture. Whaaaat the poop is this nonsense Indian drama I'm talking all about you may wonder? I don't blame you, you have to see it to believe it.

An Indian drama's plot basically revolves around 3 things. The main actress, her mother-in-law and her sari collection.

The creator of the first ever drama.

Status : Not yet assassinated.

This may seem like something you could finish watching in 30 seconds. HA-HA IN YOUR FACE, an average Indian drama's lifespan is approximately 3-4 years. And each episode is about 15 minutes long, minus the Indian murukku flour advertisements and the super boom song at the beginning. So you do your own math.

Ladies and gentlemen, imagine spending your entire teen life hearing the wails of women from the tv instead of jammin' to Dancing With The Stars. And I would whole-heartedly accept it, if my mother or aunty or lord forbid, my father was the one watching these ridiculous dramas.

BUT MY MAID. -.-

Thank you for lending your poor bleeding ears. I love you people.

Heart in socks.

2011-12-18T01:13:00.001-08:00

'Alahai Sastika, bangunlah!' jerit ibuku tersayang.

Aku pun membuka mata dengan perlahan-lahan sambil mengelap kelopak mataku dengan tapak tanganku. Minda aku tercari-cari sebab masa bangun tidur aku dipotongstimkan. Sekonyong-konyong, aku dihidangkan dengan suara lunak ibuku lagi.

'Cepatlah nak, kena ambil slip peperiksaan ni!'

Aku tercegat dan segala keinginanku untuk kembali ke dunia mimpi hapus pada saat itu. Tapak tanganku mula berpeluh, jantungku mula berpumping dan bibirku mula bervibrasi. Segala memori tentang masa silamku berombak kembali. Keputusan PMR bakal dikeluarkan pada pagi tersebut.

Setelah, membersihkan diri di dalam ruang pembersihan, aku terus menelan dua keping roti dan segelas susu lembu yang disediakan oleh ibu. Lalu, aku memulakan perjalanan menuju ke perkarangan sekolah, berbekalkan doa ibu bapaku serta keyakinan diri bagai seekor kuda.

Jam bertukar menjadi minit, minit beransur menjadi saat, dan akhirnya keputusan dikeluarkan. Aku menghampiri meja guru dengan perlahan-lahan, kakiku berasa bagai ditarik ke bawah oleh geraviti. Dengan hati yang berat, aku mencapai slip dari tangan guru.

Tertera di permukaannya....

That would probably be followed by me getting 7 a's and melonjakking into the sky while thanking God and my parents and not myself for studying my ass off. Then my parents would organize a sacrificial kenduri where for no apparent reason we will cut a chicken alive and dig into it. Yay.

However, life is not a Malay karangan. And as much as I'd like to just sum up my pre-PMR results feelings as simply as that, it is practically impossible. What I feel about my soon to come results is pretty much not the issue here.
I can be the worst student on earth with tons of confidence but people will still view me as a lousy piece of, no offence, shit.
Or I can be exceptionally brilliant and maybe have made a ton of careless mistakes on my papers but still, the society will go on to cradle me on its shoulders and sing never-ending praises about me.

Therefore, it doesn't matter what you bloody think about your results or what the society thinks about your results. Because in the end, we all have only one goal in common :

TO SCREW IT AND MARRY A RICH OLD DYING MAN!

And would you look at who I met!

Who run the world?

2011-12-08T19:36:00.001-08:00

ICC BLOODY KLANG MAN!

Its been what 2 days since we got back from the District Interact Conference which was held in, wait for it, jeng....jeng...jeng. The mother of all badass resorts :

GIVE IT UP FOR NUR LAMAN BESTARI ECO RESORT IN ULU YAM!

Okay, back to business. Since ICC Klang was organizing it and yada yada we went there one day earlier and traveled about in dumpster trucks. Of course then we were given the 'opportunity' to check out ze rooms.

"Located amidst the lush green surroundings of Hutan Lipur Sungai Tua, Nur Laman Bestari Eco Resort offers its patrons an opportunity to embrace nature at its best. With chalets, water villas and not to forget our much prided river cottages, life next to nature has never been and will never be any better. Each room available at this green haven is fiercely guarded by one scary ghost that will scare the living daylights out of you.

And my oh my, have we forgotten how this very resort instills moral values and the need to save water amongst the materialistic teenagers these days. With bone-shaking cold water that leaves you with a heart attack, no longer will you have the feeling to take a bath at any time of the day, thus saving water and the world."

Then you put the brochure down and three words for you HORROR HORROR HORROR.

Back to life, despite the not so comfortable location ( Who am I kidding? ), DIC on the whole was one kick ass of an event. I mean what did that famous fella say again? Its not where you are, its who you're with. From the first day right up to the third, all we could hear was moaning and groaning all over the place and now, on the 43rd District Interact Conference group on Facebook, everyone is busy reminiscing about their memories and moments. Then, theres this guy.

Yeah, he's da bomb.

Well, the first day of conference was pretty pathetic, you could say. We struggled our asses of to get the registration done. Then we realize that none of the bloody rooms are vacant. We have people from all over coming and asking us 'Oh hey, where's Dewan 2' or 'Omg, its so like warm here, where the hell is like omg Dorm 1?'

And all we can do is shrug our shoulders and say entah.

Then we are faced with the bitchiest of all bitchified faces. And I'm like 'Damn sizta do you think I bloody built this place and purposely hid all the dewans and dorms so that you can't find it'? *followed by a snap and a Z*

See what I mean? Then Sumitra and Kavinenh attempted to regain control of the whole situation by starting of the Ice-breaking session with a game called.

THE SUPER DUPER INTERACT CYCLONE OF

AWE

-waitforitcositstoogreatforwords-

SOMENESS!

Nyehehe. That wasn't all that bad but what can I say with people who walk around snapping and Z-ing and flipping their hair, its wasn't a piece of cake.

Ohh yeahh.

Lol, so the second day wasn't da bomb at all, full of speeches and a sea of red t-shirts. And not to forget, sick people. Plenty of sick people. And who else better to cure them than our very own Dr Jesson, equipped with only 2 strips of Panadol, a couple of cartons of water and A HUGE HEART FILLED WITH LOVE. We also had some visitors from the Paranormal world. And wait, I think I have a picture if I'm not mistaken.

That put us all into a fit of religiousness, with us sprinkling holy water all over our room and chanting mantras. Well nothing promotes god-fearingness better than a little bit of good ol' fashioned paranormal hospitality.

The following day was all about packing up and heading back. We were honored with the duty of collecting all the 36 bloody keys from the participants. And you can tell Sumi wasn't all that happy about it.

Ignore the lala hairband, she didn't get the memo.

All said and done, Conference was a great experience and a fantastic chance for us in the ICC to truly get to know each other. Like how all the guys are real sweethearts inside and how the girls are all dumb blondes under cover. Jokes. And please don't forget.

You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not run I'm telling you why, the Eco-Resort's haunted tonighttt.

Xin Chao

2011-12-07T03:26:00.001-08:00

If you think the title is some Chinese noodle dish, you are epicly wrong. Its hello in Vietnamese and its the only phrase I managed to pick up after spending 4 days there. And just to console your impatient mind, I will not pretend to be a travel blogger and rate the hotels I stayed in. Nor will I be wasting my time discussing the intricacies of a traditional Vietnamese spring roll, followed by the complete list of ingredients to make it. Rilek bro.

Anyway, the first image one gets when the country Vietnam is brought up is probably an overpopulated, polluted country with bad water supply and about a billion motorcycles and cars racing about, accompanied by an orchestra of swear words. No wait, that's India.

Back to Vietnam. I'm sure that's the picture you would cook up in your mind. Excluding the motorbikes and swear words part, the rest isn't exactly true. For instance, you probably won't believe this but everyone in Vietnam is well dressed. From the hotel managers to the housewives, everyone has got on them furry coats and them high heels. I mean for a third world country you'd expect to see the usual slippers and China t-shirt but NOOOOO. Vietnamese women dress to kill. Literally, I mean their heels are so high and sharp, that the UN should ban them under the act of murderous apparel.

Thats one.

And that is the remaining million.

So that was for Hanoi, the city center of Vietnam. Filled with well dressed women and motorbikes. We spent the next day cruising along Halong Bay in some cruise ship. Its called the 'Opera Cruise' but for some reason there are no Opera singers on board and if you attempt to be one you get thrown off into the sea.

This wasn't that bad there. All we did was cruise and cruise and cruise and cruise some more. We stopped for a while at some floating fishing village thingy and went kayaking then we cruise and cruise all over again. You'd think that all that cruising would make us seasick and blue all over, but it didn't.

The scenery on the way was TO DIE FOR and super windy. And there was this OMG super hot Russian guy OMG on board with his girlfriend who bore a scary resemblance to Sara Bareilles. So I spent half my time humming Love Song and Gravity to see if she responded.

Just to clear out the previous myths.

THEY DO NOT SELL DOGS ON THE ROADSIDE LIKE POPIAH.

Yeah, thats all. Kam Ern ( Thats thank you in Vietnamese o.O )

Grease

2011-12-03T02:38:00.001-08:00

Epic example of a very lifeless person. Congrats Sumitra Kana-something. You have just landed a spot in half my blog post.

Moving on to more vital things in life.

All my bags are bags are packed, I'm ready to go. Jeng jeng, boom boom. Lol, gonna leave to Vietnam in another, give or take 7 hours.

My bags are NOT packed and I'm certainly NOT ready to go because my oh-so considerate mother decided to "give me a taste of responsibility" by "graciously allowing" me to pack my own bag. Here I am, 3 hours later with a 1/4 full bag ( I'm an optimist ) and a pair of really tired hands.

Anyhoo, I did some research online. ( Research - noun, The act of making use of the Intraweb for reasons other than social networking. ) Okay so, some very graphic, violent people have claimed that Vietnam is like a super efficient meat market. You know how in seafood places they fish out the fish, or stingray or whatever and cook it in front of you. Likewise in Vietnam, except its done with dogs.

You know, grab a stray dog, kill it and say yay! Give me more dog curry tonight!

In brochures I found, they gave me an illustration of Vietnam that somehow seems a little like this:

When in reality it probably looks like this :

Haih, but then again, who am I to judge? I'm after all JUST a millionaire's super hot daughter who's only been to around 700 countries all her life.

Flatulence

2011-12-01T19:43:00.001-08:00

In layman terms its fart. For some awkward reason I find that farts have a lot in common with relationships.

Relationships

Farts

You no understand even after I give visual aid?

Okay, let me bring you down to the fundamentals. There are three types of farts and relationships, so to speak.

1) The Loud and Proud

In relationships we have those couples which start off with a bang, smooch all over the place and publicize their relationships all over Facebook. However, these relationships usually end within a 2 week period after either the boy or girl's mother finds out about their 'true love' and bans them from seeing each other again - Indian Movie Style. Fart-wise, this particular type is infamous for being the 'short one' and the 'easily forgettable' one. See the similarities?

2) The Silent but Violent

Hah, this is da bomb. Most couples which practice this way of life will find themselves in an everlasting relationship. This fart, my friends has built its reputation as the stink bomb over the years. No one usually realizes its presence at first, but as time goes by, the intense odor finds its way into your nostrils, refusing to budge, demanding for its existence to be noticed. Likewise, couples like this could be hastily branded as the unromantic kind but lo and behold, they are the ones who end up getting married and popping out babies together 20 years later.

3) The Nothing

This category serves for those with no gas trouble and no relationships. In other words, forever alone like me.*diezz*

Stagger through December

2011-12-01T08:28:00.000-08:00

Okay wow. That was fast, as hell. It feels like I just sat for PMR and now in about half a months time I'll be queuing up to receive the bloody results. November flew by and now December, the season of reindeers and pine trees has arrived.

So has the avalanche of goodbye-to-November wishes and be-nice-to-me-December greetings. I mean seriously la people, what are you? Schizophrenic?

Be it Facebook statuses, Twitter updates or Blog posts every Sally, Lisa and Marie ( I'm sexist. ) seem to be going on and on about how December is going to affect their life in every possible way. Most of them have gone on to describe their plans lined up for the month.

And let me guarantee you that 90% of that is just a figment of their imagination.

I don't blame them. Its the holidays. Remember what some old fella said on his deathbed? 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' True to this statement, the intense boredom might just be taking a toll on our teenagers. It doesn't help that the bloody shopping malls have started the feared "BACK TO SCHOOL" promotions. The prospect of trying on the horrifyingly bright blue pinafore and blindlingly white school shoes is petrifying.

Funny how all these things were looked forward to back when we were in primary school. Back when school was the best thing in our lives. Correction : The ONLY thing in our lives. Now with tuition centers, mamak stalls, shopping malls and if things are desperate, your playground, meeting up with friends is no big deal.

Lets not ignore our oh-so-happening virtual worlds. -.-

So thats December for you. The month filled with pain and pleasure. Kinda like peeing after waiting for aaaaageeees. We have school looming over and holidays fading away. The worries of having to enjoy EVERY.SECOND.OF.EACH.DAY and the pain of waking up and realizing THE.DAYS.ARE.LESSENING is the only thing on our mind. That being said, don't forget la babe, all your form 3s out there.

Our early Christmas bonus on the 23rd of December,

Nyehehe, I know you're probably spitting at the screen now since I ruined your mood. Screw the results, screw the education system, and screw your neighbor's hot son ( o.O ), this is going to be your only break for the next two years. Embrace it, eff that, GRAB IT cos its never going to come back. EVER. AGAIN.

I realize I enjoy using all these primadona-ish phrases filled with caps locks and full stops all over. I cut my hair today, actually washed, steamed and blow-dried it. Now my hair looks super awesome and bouncy, of course this is only gonna last for a day, thats why I've been like a Indian movie actress, bouncing around the house, tossing my head from side to side and hair-slapping my father to make sure I have made FULL USE OF IT!

Then I went to watch Puss in Boots for the third time. Not because I'm so happening as hell but because I'm lifeless lidat. There were only 5 people including me in MBO,so I could repeat Puss's lines as loudly as I pleased because the other 4 people were couples and I think their 'Oh babys and Oh sayangs' were louder than my CHUPACABRAs. Just saying.

Back to my awesome like annoying orange life, since I'm going to Vietnam on Sunday my mother has taken the ultimate responsibility of ordering everyone around upon herself. Its funny how I'll have to come back from Vietnam, unpack and repack for DIC in one day. Haiz, hectic life. I've been feeding off that thought for the past few days. Fantasizing about packing and running off while yelling to my parents ' Sorry, wish I could stay for tea but I'm too happening for my own good.'

I iz zo lame yarz.

Kau dalam hati saya.

2011-11-28T08:19:00.001-08:00

You babe, are in my liver.

I'm sorry, boredom makes we weird. This holidays has turned out to be the best I've ever had. I'm even savoring every second of the boredom. I'm living it, holding it, embracing it. So close I can just taste it. And fyi, its good.

Yeah I sound like a food critique in one of those stupid Food Network shows. Damn them. take Nigella Lawson for instance.

This woman cooks up a storm, literally. With smoke and flames everywhere. That I can handle, cos its not like all that Carbon Dioxide or whatever is choking me. What pisses the poop outta is that she has this ridiculous tradition of eating the food she cooks at the end of each episode. And no, its not one of those pop-into-mouth-munch-munch-smile-at-camera-and-die scenes. Oh definitely not, Nigella Lawson will not rest without making everyone die in envy.

Firstly, she sniffs the food. Then gives a running commentary on it. For instance " This lasagna smells devastatingly lovely. And oh my, I can just smell the rosemary and parsley from here. Beautiful, beautiful."
Then she proceeds to take ONE SMALL BITE of whatever she has created. This of course is usually followed by " Umm umm, umm, oh god. Wow, that oh wow. That is just, oh boy. Yumm."

-.-

The bloody woman goes all speechless on us. Then she takes a HUGE breath, gathers herself and says something like " I'm sorry, that was just heavenly. I mean, I can just taste the juicyness of the chicken. The slight dab of pepper right there. Oh yumm." *licks a non-existent speck of sauce off the tip of her finger oh-so-sexily* " That was amazing, and if you guys would like to try out and enjoy this recipe log on to FoodNetwork.com."

With that she sashays away leaving us gawking at the completely breathtaking slab of lasagna or whatever she cooked that episode, on the screen. I mean, woman, talk about blowing your own trumpet. You like the food you cook, I understand. You rape the food you cook, of course I understand. You exhibit all this inappropriate behavior on daytime telly, I understand. But do it everyday for the past 12 years, I cannot stand.

Maybe I'm just jealous that she gets to stuff great food on a daily basis into her oesophagus while I'm here, a million kilometers away eating the usual diet of sambar, long beans with tauhu, and sardin sambal for lunch. Its a pathetic life man.

I swear I'll get back at you for this Nigella. I swear, some day.

Homazomagoose

2011-11-26T23:38:00.001-08:00

Just found out that I have blog-stalkers! I thought I was the only lifeless one in Klang who spends half her time here, but apparently there are even more lifeless ones around who actually read the shizz I post here.

Yes! I am insulting you, because I'm sexy and I can.

I am going to Vietnam on the 4th and I'm not afraid to post it here because I know no one in the right state of mind will bother to kidnap me. I'll be jetting off in MAS, Business class, of course with a three-night stay at The Park Hyatt Saigon followed by a night in my daddy's private yacht along Halong Bay.

I mean, we the Mohans, would not accept anything below 5 star. Ugh.

You can close your mouth now baby. I am too rich for words, I know I know.

Then I wake up.

Back to reality, the only reason we're heading to Vietnam is because the currency there is lower than ours and that there are tons of products which are Originally Fake. For instance, we have Bimba & Lola handbags labelled as Bimbo & Lala. Guess the creators wanted to make a 'mark' on the product. We also have Adidas shoes over there with 4 or 5 streaks. The best would be a Nike shoebox with the tagline 'Just Beat It'.

What can I say? Thats how Indians roll. We wait day and night for the Matta Fair season to arrive and wait in front of the computer, mouse in hand, Air Asia homepage in sight, scanning the page ferociously for any change in the ticket prices. And when we notice a drop in the prices, we attack it with all our might, nevermind its the most ulu-jakunfied country in the world, booking it and grinning wildly as if we had just received the Nobel Prize.

Why we go through all this pain and torture you may ask? Here are some figures to put some ease to your confused mind.

a) Average number of Indian weddings per year : 10

b) Average number of guests each wedding : 1000

c) Average number of boastings done by each guest : 3000 boasty words per minute.

Therefore, a x b x c

= the amount of boastings required to be done by an Indian in a year.

= 30 000 000

You see, boasting topics are endless. We have the usual ones like 'Oh-my-daughter-just-bought-a-30-million-dollar-TINY-bungalow-in-Perth' to the more epic ones like 'You-know-Mr Rama's-only-daughter-eloped-with-the-postman?' Trust me, there are no boundaries, I repeat, NO boundaries to what these women can cook up for a half an hour gossip session.

After running out of steam talking about their daughters, dogs and dashing dinner sets, the next best thing is their latest holiday destination. While the more experienced boasters are capable of cooking up something like 'I-stayed-at-the-White-House-and-spent-a-whole-day-with-Vobahma-last-December', the inexperienced ones like the females in my family ( coughs ) are stuck with narrations of their REAL trips.

See? I doubt it would have ever crossed your mind that there is such a deep dark philosophy to our basic family vacation.

Its epic how I started off with blogstalkers and ended with the Gossip-O-meter ratings of an average Indian. Point is, theres always more than what meets the eye. o.O Sounds like what a rapist would say in one of those Castle episodes.

Ooh mummy, why does he sparkle?

2011-11-25T00:32:00.001-08:00

They're sexy and they know it. Wiggle wiggle wiiigggle. Oops, dah keluar. :P

Para-para pompuan sekalian, its in town. Lol, the vampire of few words, the Pms-ing werewolf and not to forget the plywood-faced girl are back in action. Before I begin though there's some bases I need to cover. FANS.

Let me describe the 2 types of fans we have in Malaysia.

a) Diehards, literally.

You must know, that here in Malaysia, we either do things BIG or not do them at all. Likewise, this concept applies to fangirls and ahem, sadly fanboys too. Be it Justin Bieber right up to Taylor Lautner, we may not have terrorists in the country but we sure do have a bunch of extremists.

b) Haterzz being hated.

Another extremists group. Here we have the bitter anti social bunch who evidently think they are too kool fo' skool. Thanks to this sarcastic, over matured crowd, we have photos and edited pictures. If you are too naive to understand this, I think imma let ma homie Kanye take it from here.

Anyhoo, they say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. The fella who coined that phrase must have been one butt ugly cow, so he made use of the phrase to stop insults.

Moving on, movies, books or any creative substance will receive insults and compliments depending on what type of fan you are. From my point of view ( yes, I am a super awesome critique ), the movie was downright complicated and confusing since half the scenes were censored. Which is ridiculous? Why screen something when half the movie is not there!

I'm not meaning to be a party pooper ( more like movie pooper ) but, theres a scene in which Bella suddenly has some weird attack and two seconds later we see some blonde chick nursing a newborn on a chair.

-.- Are you serious bro? FTW.

Is it that painful to show some sort of indication that its BELLA who's undergoing labor AND THAT IS HER CHILD!

Hoi mak aku, tensen tak habis-habis tengok gambar tu. Aisehman.

Point is, if you plan on watching Breaking Dawn, go ahead. Just get the ciplak cd or download it off the net. No cut scenes, half the price and verrryy good quality. :D

Even this atok agrees.

57 del of pain.

2011-11-23T23:06:00.001-08:00

I'm very intrigued with the whole process of childbirth. I mean from the time you find out that you're pregnant up till the time of labor, its nothing but intense pain and horror. In the Back Up Plan, this black guy gives his take on having children.

'Its horror, horror, horror. But then you see this beautiful moment. Then its horror, horror, and horror all over again.'

I supposed to you relate that to childbirth. I asked my mother about this supposedly 'breathtaking' experience. According to her, it is simple. Don't mess around and over-think the process and try to break it down and analyze it. Just take it as it comes.

That was coming from someone who only had ONE kid, me. NOT HELPFUL. So I continued my search of a better source of information.

Boom, my piano teacher.

She gave me an intense, super long explanation about the process, I mean she's had 3 kids, so I trust her with my heart and soul. Lol. Apparently when you have your contractions, it just like having your menstrual pains ONLY 70 TIMES MORE PAINFUL. *diezz*

That fact above, didn't calm me down in any way either. I can't even stand a muscle pull, let alone a fracture. Forget about 20 bones getting fractured AT A TIME. *resurrects and diezz again*

Let's say, you have a beautiful baby boy. You're all happy ever after and all that shizz? NO. There's still the breastfeeding, the late night cuddle sessions and how could I forget, THE DIAPER CHANGING TIMES.

Childbirth could be expressed as a pain in a behind, figuratively speaking. But it is not simple and certainly not at all times rewarding. Our mothers push us out into this world ( no pun intended ) because they believe that we will grow into charming adults with a good emotional and physical foundation.

If we screw our lives up, even after we find out that they have put their lives at risk for us, thats just nasty and insulting. Insulting not just to your own mother but to all the other women out there, fearlessly walking into the labor room with nothing but smiles on their faces. GO MOTHERHOOD.

Ambitions and the damned future.

2011-11-18T01:57:00.001-08:00

I have been considerably busy of late. With meetings to prepare for DIC and family dinners and friend's birthdays, I've kept myself occupied.

Well now since I'm ending my 15th year alive, people, especially adults constantly ask me and others who are unfortunately around my age one BIIIGG question. 'So, little girl, what do you plan to do after school?'

BADABANG!

Million dollar question. If you are Indian, most people expect only either one of the following answers.

a) 'Haha, not sure la Aunty.' Followed by an awkward silence.

b) 'I'm thinking Medicine la Uncle, you know like Appa, Amma and the rest of my family'. :P

c) 'Definitely engineering. Good salary and a prospective future husband from Chee-ca-go'.

d) 'Law. Because Uncle Mani's daughter and Aunty Devi's son are doing it'.

e) 'Accounting Aunty. I'm good with numbers, Appa said so'.

You see, the adult average Indian brain has been programmed to only accept that information. Anything besides this like Journalism or Business Management or better still, MASS COMM is frowned upon and hastily one conclusion is drawn about you.

She. Must. Be. Stupid.

See what I mean? Thats why the sad percentage of idealistic young Indians LIKE ME often times opt to give them the standard answer, Option (a).

To tell you the truth, I don't exactly have a specific idea of what I want to do when I leave. I was thinking somewhere along the lines of International Relations or Political Sciences. I tried answering one Aunty yesterday when she popped the question. I was greeted with 'Is it a Science degree?'

So that will probably be the first and last time I'm answering a nosy ol' Aunty / Uncle. Those baaddd judgemental people. :(

Don't be fibbin' me

2011-11-11T21:08:00.001-08:00

If you can't see the image. Click on it for a close up.

This is from Austin Mahone's booking site. Just in case you have no idea who's Austin Mahone, I don't suggest that you google it. Horror awaits.

Funny how even commoners from remote parts of the globe can become superstars if they put on a baseball cap and wear Supras. Shame on you people in the world for not recognizing TRUE TALENT.

Like this chick down there.

SARA FREAKING BAREILLES.

Everyone knows her for the infamous Love Song but believe me, she's wayy more than that.

Take this cover of Beyonce's Single Ladies for instance. She took a Saturday Night Club Hit and switched it into a Sunday Morning blues and jazz piece.

Sometimes it doesn't matter who you like or for what reason you are obsessed with them. Some may feel like Sara is an old cow who needs to stop singing and start knitting. While others may feel that Sara is the end of the Autotune era. It honestly doesn't matter. As long as you don't promote the ones who don't have it and demotivate the ones who do, I'm cool yaw.

Get in that hole

2011-11-11T06:12:00.001-08:00

I'm aware of the fact that the title may appear to be unduly vulgar. Ignoring that and moving on. Today is the 11th day of the 11th month of the 2011th year. Its supposed to be wildly auspicious to some and brutally horrific to others. Some people have taken the initiative to actually get cakes and stuff to celebrate this unusual date. Let's analyze my activities.

This is what I'm supposed to be doing.

Rightt. I wish I was.

That would be the more honest, obvious version of my day. I'm serious. I can tell you offhand the Most Popular videos in each category on Youtube. I even watch the news. Don't you DARE judge me.

Other than my seemingly lifeless life, I have other majorrrrr concerns. I know, shame on me. Bangkok is slowly submerging, Bieber is going through a major paternity scandal, Rick Perry is vigorously campaigning for the next elections and Seksualiti Malaysia just got banned. Those are pretty vital, ground-breaking issues but I am a teenager, and lets face it, our biggest concerns at this particular stage is why our pimple cream isn't working. Right now though, that's not such a big problem ( Yes, I have good complexion. Jealous much? )

TUITION.

Its like I'm some fat kid at the buffet table or maybe a sweet-toothed person in a candy store. There's an avalanche of tuition centres and to add to that another desert storm of packages. I mean PMR's just over ( Maybe not -___- ) and you'd think they would have the courtesy to give us some time to ourselves to get over our present state of mind and get prepared for the future. NO. They just launched into they're respective form 4 classes, get this.

ONE WEEK AFTER PMR. *diezz*

I might be exaggerating la. Ignore me. But give or take its somewhere around that period of time. Certain tuition centres go all systematic on us and offer a certain number of subjects for a certain price. It certainly doesn't help that I'm completely inexperienced and am the only child in the family ( Thank you my procreators ) so I can't make up my mind about any of those classes.

I am JUST 15 fo' god's sake. I shouldn't be having sleepless nights about all this nonsense. It doesn't help that some of my friends have gotten their future all figured and laid out while I'm still stuck with some stupid dream of touring with Broadway or having an internship with Sidney Sheldon. I know, I know. The first rule of having dreams is never look negatively upon them. :)

-.- IMPOSSIBLE.

I notice there seems to be tons of sudden caps and spaces in this post, I think its all because of the stress involved in creating it. I sincerely hope the world ends in 2012, nevermind I die a virgin. At least I die a stress-free virgin.

Of culture and curry.

2011-11-04T02:05:00.000-07:00

Random. Yes.

" The dream of a lifetime ''

Laifless. Spot On.

Anyway, since its the festival season and all, there's a visit to some home in Klang Jaya tonight, organized by St Johns, but they requested for some Interactors to tag along. So yeah, that would be my Friday night.
Tomorrow, I finally get to break my vegetarian streak. Its been sixteen days since my uncle passed away, which means we can sink our teeth into meat without any remorse or whatsoever.

Traditions, are for one exhausting and a complete waste of time because to begin with, we have no idea why we follow them. Usually its done in the name on culture, and we blindly follow these 'rules' to avoid any possibly jeopardizing consequences. What these consequences are? Hah, who the hell knows.
When we, being the curious little munchkins we are ( okay, maybe only me. ), I am faced with allegations ( YES ITZ SERIOUS BUSINESS ) that I do not believe in God and therefore am marked as the ATHEIST.

Jeng jeng jeng. Scary no?

I really cannot digest this ridiculous logic. That if you question something, you are immediately classified as a non-believer. God exists. Well, at least thats what I believe. Religion, may exist. But traditions, SHOULD NOT EXIST. They are a complete waste of energy and time especially in this modern era. Things like not uttering foul words on Friday and not cutting your nails on Saturday are pointless.

Haha aiseyman, this post has looks liked I plucked it out of Global Secular Movement Daily. I think I should stop over-thinking things like those Mat Salleh people always do and be as accepting and Asian as possible.

:)

Blady lurve birds.

2011-10-31T06:21:00.000-07:00

Talk about YEOUCCHHHHH.

The bad and the ugly.

2011-10-30T07:07:00.000-07:00

Okay hello. Please forgive me for that tacky title. My brain is pretty blank. Evidently, of late my humor has been taking a vacation and not intent on returning. Since the end of PMR, life hasn't exactly gone anywhere. I'm still weird, and I still have curly hair and I'm definitely not going through the transition that most Americans claim will happen to teens at the end of their 15 years. I have NOT blossomed into a super sexy black-head with pouty lips and a pair of gravity defying boobs. Notice the intense stress I have put on the 'NOT'. Point is, don't trust those goddamned American teenage books.

During PMR ( literally, during the exam ) I had so many visions and dreams of carrying out certain tasks. For instance, my main focus was to blog a whole lot more. Well, I made a HUGEEEE effort regarding that. And I'm now left with about 80 drafts under my 'Edit Posts'. Moving on, I had another big ass dream. Don't laugh but yes, I wanted to get a job. All my working relatives laughed in my face when I expressed my 'deep wishes' to embark on a career. They went all like "Oh please, you pathetic little girl. Stop whining and enjoy the fact that you are still able to sponge off your parents and live off them like a parasite." Of course they weren't so graphic in saying that but that was their main point.

If I were in a movie, this would be the point where a wave of realization will hit me and leave me speechless. Then I would rush over to my walk in closet ( which I don't have ), slip into a really enterprising outfit that just SCREAMS intelligent ( which I don't own ), get into my Porsche ( HA-HA) and drive off to my dream holiday job.

ZO FARNEH.

In reality, the biggest effort I made regarding my dream holiday job was probably asking my relatives about it. Then the topic was conveniently forgotten as I grew accustomed to my current lifestyle which involves waking up at 1.30 on a daily basis. But if we think about it in a logical way, the 'dream job project' as more pros than cons in my favor. Let us analyze.

PROS :)

1. I get money.

2. I gain experience.

3. I get money.

4. I gain experience.

5. I get....You get the point.

CONS :(

1. I cannot wake up late.

2. I cannot laze around all day.

3. I cannot eat at any time I please.

4. I must address everyone politely UNDER ALL CIRCUMSTANCES.

5. I cannot walk around with torn t-shirts and obscenely short shorts.

6. I WILL NOT HAVE MY MAID THERE.

7. I must travel in the morning.

8. I will cry if anyone scolds me. :'(

I hope you are able to see it FROM MY POINT OF VIEW. Even if I was all hyped up to get a job, I doubt anyone would give me one. Most of my buds are working for their parents. My mother is a teacher, I don't think she needs help scolding students ( although that sounds very tempting. ) while my father, well maybe not. He goes to work to get away from me, and I don't think he'd appreciate it if I follow him there too. He sells cars and it would be annoying to have a 15 year old following his ass and demanding to be fed during lunch. You get ze point?

Those are the complications involved in me working. And I doubt the world would want Sastika to get all tired and sweaty? Would it? *winks*

Wazaap.

2011-10-19T07:05:00.000-07:00

Hi. PMR's over. I am now going to party like mad and get drunk and wake up in the morning next to someone I don't know.

No.

I am Malaysian ( to add to the horror, Indian ), we will immediately sign up for preparatory tuition classes to solidify the education that I will receive next year. In these classes, I will listen with full attention as only then I will be able to grasp the fundamentals of Kata Kerja and the importance of acquiring knowledge about Chemical Bonds WHICH will definitely aid me in whatever career I choose to pursue in the future.

NONSENSE. DON'T EVEN GO THERE.

Anyway, as you can obviously see, my blog, ahem has gone through some massive, umm lets say renovation. From blinging black I have switched it over to virgin-like white. Pssh. Vai am I zo laifless?

Stench.

2011-09-14T23:47:00.000-07:00

Its 2.35 on a Thursday afternoon. According to some random website, there's approximately another 18 days and 17 hours to go before doomsday dawns upon us form threes. Yes, PMR. I'm not complaining though. Not complaining at all. I woke up at 8 today to study. Didn't go to school, yeah self-proclaimed study leave, is probably what you could call it. Believe it or not, I'm still here in my pyjamas, almost 7 hours later. Stinking, hungry and exhausted. My hair's messed up, my stomach sounds like an Indian Steamroller and my eye bags make me look like a panda. -.-

I was studying.

In short, I look bedraggled. I guess thats what constant exposure to unnecessary topics of KH does to you. And please, don't bother calling me hardworking. I've only done 3 tests so far. An embarrassing thing to admit considering the time I spent on that table. I've been dreaming about my future and reminiscing about my past. Funny how I tend to do all of those things ONLY when it comes the time for me to study.

Well now, if you would excuse me. I think I need to bathe. My dog was sitting beside me when I started this post and now it has moved a few feet away from me. I smell worst than it. So bai and wish me luck.

The question is, to smack the blogger, or not.

2011-05-13T19:33:00.000-07:00

2 months. I feel like some alcoholic who's hasn't taken in any booze for a long period of time. Honestly, I do miss blogging, very much. The problem is not my laziness or my lack-of-wordness. Its FACEBOOK. Yeah, I've been busy yaww. So many things to do online on fb. For instance....

a) Stalk people.

b) Refresh my homepage.

c) Stalk more people.

d) Stalk myself.

e) Get bored of stalking myself and refresh my homepage.

f) Repeat steps a,b,c, d and e for a more lifeless day.

So don't blame me fellow homosapiens. Get facebook , then you'll know.

Tsunami.

2011-03-12T00:41:00.000-08:00

A 8.9 mag tsunami hit Japan ystd. It was the first thing I saw on Google. The Tsunami alert. My family and I spent the whole night watching the special news on the Tsunami on CNN. And boy wasn't it deadly. But I guess all we can do at this point is pray for them.

Sanitizer.

2011-02-20T01:41:00.000-08:00

Exactly what I need right now. All the studying is turning me into a pyscho. Please refer to the pictures below.

God bless exams.

The Skin I'm In.

2011-02-12T03:22:00.000-08:00

I feel comfortable.

You know, the comfortable feeling you get when you get to go to the toilet after holding your bowels for the whole day. The very comfortable feeling you get when you get to change out of your sweaty school uniform into some torn and tattered home clothes. The comfortable feeling of silence you get when you sleep.

I guess you get the point.

So yeah, I'm feeling the comfortable feeling right now. I feel comfortable in my own skin. Went for my very first Interact event today, Festive Cheers. We got to spend time with kids and adults who were physically and mentally disabled. I'm not gonna start ranting about how I now appreciate the fact that I'm full and normal. But then again, what is normal?

These people that we met and spent time with are pretty lucky considering they have their parents and families behind them.

I AM COMFORTABLE!

P.S This post seems pointless at this point. I don't feel comfortable anymore. -.-

Screw you.

2011-02-01T01:29:00.000-08:00

I hate pain. I hate sudden strong breezes. I hate loose belts. I hate ballpoint pens. I hate nosy children. I hate being bored. I hate hating everything. I hate being contradicted. I hate being judged. I hate apple crumble. I hate watermelon juice. I hate hatred.

"Hate is a deep and emotional extreme dislike, directed against a certain object or a class of objects."

That line was straight out of Wikipedia. I think I should stop taking statements from there, they'll prolly sue me someday.

The reason behind those hard facts above ( actually above the above. ) is actually boredom. Its a hot Wednesday afternoon. The day before Chinese New Year. The first week-long holiday of the year.

AND WHAT AM I DOING?

Blogging.

Anyway, I pray, hope and wish that tomorrow will turn out to be a less boring day with more productive things to be done and a higher level of happiness to be achieved. And I also pray, hope and wish that more humor and fun will be injected into my boring life filled with not-so-funny things.

Its Ysing's Chinese New Year Open house tmrw anyway. YAY! And its arranged such that a whole parade of us march into Ying Sing's house at approximately 12.50 pm.

HAPPY HAPPY CNY. HAPPY HAPPY YOU AND I!

Some lives.

2011-01-29T22:31:00.000-08:00

I just watched the episode of American Idol in which this doode called Chris Medina sang Breakeven by The Script. Chris is THE GUY la. Seriously. Watch the video. Its so dramatic and sad.

Oz in Moz.

2010-12-30T21:33:00.000-08:00

Nisha came down from Australia on the 20th. So we were like ' OMG, we have to meet up and all that bull'. So we finally decided to go to Jusco, Land of limited fun and just talk. Had a pretty good time considering half of it was spent gawking at her accent.

Then, I had to get my ass to the clinic. Reallly, reallly high fever. Pfft.

Ze Machas!

2010-12-23T20:24:00.000-08:00

My internet has been down for the past few days. We got a new modem but my brother dearest forgot our previous password and we are currently experiencing technical difficulties.

Anyhoo, I'm in Avan's place now, hogging their laptop, checking my poor neglected Facebook notifications. =)

Went out with Rhema to Pyramid on Weds, got similar shirts which were on sale. LOL. Rotted at home ystd though and then got a haircut.

My new profile picture on Facebook seems to be stirring up odd remarks. TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS DAY! Merry Christmas to everyone out there, whether you're Christian or not, have a wonderful time! Chao!

When it pours.

2010-12-20T06:35:00.000-08:00

It rained anjings and kucings today. So damn damp and drab outside. Ugh. the aftermath wasn't a pretty picture either. But I got all fueled up after I remembered the old saying ' A photographer finds beauty in ugliness'. So I grabbed my oxygen tank and took some drab, disgusting pictures. LOL.

Even Pearly found the lightning disturbing.

That's the extent of my drab and dampness. Haha, its 11.44 pm and close to 2 weeks closer to 2011.

So, yeah, byebye.

You're original, and cannot be replaced.

2010-12-19T22:11:00.000-08:00

People are like chameleons. They change themselves and their priorities according to their surroundings. Which is not a bad thing, especially in this world of paper chase. But at some point of life, you have to come to the understanding that you are who you are and don't give two shits about what people say. That point however, comes wayy farther in life.

And at that point, life hands you this huge placard with the words ' WAKE UP LOSER'. You take it, and BAM, reality hits you. Why am I doing this, you'd ask? Why did I bother?

Idk, its probably the rain outside or the dampness of the air inside my house thats making me type all this emo things. Whatever it is, I find it depressing.

Everyone around me is now chasing after something. Be it a new boyfriend, or a pretty dress, or maybe even popularity. And I'm finding myself stuck here, in the middle of all this hustle and bustle, trying so hard to go with the flow but failing. Maybe its the way I was raised, to be the odd one out, and to be proud of it. What I do know is, I might be changing, maybe slowly, slipping into the never ending flow of the fake world, most teenagers these days live in, filled with parties, awesome Facebook statuses, new phones and alot more.

So, if I ever do become part of the flow, I hope, I'd be able to realize before then, how it really isn't worth it. And that as Katy Perry said in her song Firework ' You're original, and cannot be replaced.'

Say 5 years later, when I leave my comforting fake world and enter the real deal, I crack. Unable to take the harshness and the brutal-ness of reality which I never really prepared myself for, I submit. And I'd end up like every other person walking on earth. The ones who tried so hard to get into the flow, and never left it. Those are the ones we see unshaven, confused and stranded, left to decide what they want to do with the rest of their years. Reminiscing over their joyous years as teens.

Or maybe, I shouldn't go that far. My mother always told me to live one second at a time. Maybe I should just be me, Sastika. The odd one out. The one with weird hair, no phone and a dSLR. The one with no desire to wear a dress. The one who constantly rambles on this blog of hers even though no one reads it.

Yeah, I like me. I hope you do too. =)

10 of 2010

2010-12-19T01:31:00.000-08:00

Its been a good year. 2010, and I think it deserves its very own post. I know theres more than 2 weeks till the blooming of 2011, but I figured I'd say what I wanna say now. Just in case the end of the world on the 21 December 2012 suddenly switches track and end up on Monday. 21 December 2010. Who knows eh?

So yeah, as I said before, its been a pretty damn good year. Not as good as last year but good enough. Here's a list of things that basically made this year!

1. My 14th Birthday!

I hit 14 on 23 of January 2010. Went out with my kakis. Celebrated again with relos. =)

2. Became the conductress of the school's Choral Speaking team AND got 2nd placed second in the district.

Yeah, I know the second part of that sentence sucks but we had fun. Tons of fun. I found this year's team very accommodating and we got along bloody well! The practices and the fights and the coming early and the weekends were all spent together with umm, JOY! LOL. Moreover, me, Ysing and Jwaye wrote the script which just made stuff alot more awesome.

3. Got in the school's Drama team and got second place as well =)

Getting a spot in the school's drama team was probably one of the most inspiring things that happened to me. When I was younger, I always followed my mother to her numerous drama practices and actually being in the team was like a dream come through la. And yeah, made some really good friends and priceless or even worthless ( lol ) memories during the 10 days we practiced together =)

Andandand, did I mention? Me, Ysing and Jwaye wrote the drama script as well. LOL.

4.Went to Medan, Indonesia.

This isn't exactly a huge, awesome thing but for what its worth I did get to go in an airplane ( *ignores the fact that its AirAsia* )

6. Got pulled into joining the stupid Aerobikthon.

That wasn't exactly an interesting event but we did have fun skipping classes and going for practices. Although stupidly, we ended up desperately wanting to win and going against the K.K.Is. Danced to Telephone to the point of no return. And now, we hate listening to the song. =P

7. Went for the 'My School Rocks' dance competition to cheer for Yee Kit and her troop!

A whole herd of us, MGS students landed in PWTC to scream our lungs out and support our friends! They didn't win but we left determined to scream our lungs off again next year.

8. Celebrated Pa's oh-so-big birthday bash!

Pa and 8 of his friends celebrated their 55th year of alivehood together. LOL. Besides, we, the kids were more excited about their birthday than they were I guess. We danced, like performed danced, in some weird belly-dancer-in-a-covered-way costume. And during that time, I realized how lucky I was to have grown up surrounded by people who love and acre about me just as much as my parents.

9. Deepavali! Tis' the season to eat curry, tra la la la la, la la la la!

Deepavali was eventful. Danced, ate, danced more, ate more, sang, drank a little, got drunk and sang more. That summarizes it.

10. Went to Chiang Mai and Chiang Rai, Thailand and DID NOT get a Thai massage.

I know right =( Its like going to India and not eating Chapathi or going to Genting and not playing in the theme park. My parents got their massages though. TWICE. When we first landed and before we were about to come home. The best part about Thailand was without doubt, the Thai Elephants and their temples.

Yeah, so thats a wrap. You see, to your point of view. This may seem laifless, but, don't judge me. And don't forget, I'm JUST fourteen =P

Padangs and Lasanga.

2010-12-18T22:41:00.000-08:00

Went to Reshi's house ystd. Took pictures, 86 to be exact, then deleted some because she looked retarded. And uploading the pictures on Facebook resulted in,

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Anyhoo, after that I went over to Atte's place for lasagna. And that's it, I guess?

Waba daba doo!

2010-12-16T05:32:00.000-08:00

I guess there are some benefits of having a brother who's a journalist. Somehow, most of the time he comes home with some sort of food or object. And and and, because the Christmas season is approaching, he's being showered with gifts. Like the other day, he brought home two brownies. They aren't JUST brownies, they're Delectable brownies. You know, that store which sells cute little cupcakes for 7 bucks each. Yes, that one. And boy, I was on seventh heaven la. Literally on the moon. So before I welcomed it into my stomach, I cam-whored with it.

I have to mention here that I am NOT lifeless, I'm merely documentive. LOL, that's not even a word. Well, they should make it one! Like bootylicious. Its apparently recognized in the Oxford dictionary but clearly not on Blogger.com, cos the accusing red line is flashing beneath it.

Anyhoo, today, my brother dearest brought home the following.

It is NOT a popsicle and and a cupcake. It's soap. And its worth 10 bucks each. Haih, talk abot minting money la.

Rosie, Oprah and Ellen.

2010-12-15T07:06:00.000-08:00

I was just telling Alycia about how recent speculations suggest that Oprah might just be a lesbian. Jeng, jeng, jeng. LOL, cheys, I knew it all along. I mean, she's a tv presenter, she's rich, she's famous, she's NEVER been married, she's barely goes out with her so-called boyfriend. I mean, that's obvious one-oh-one. BUT, she denies it flatly. I mean, Oprah! You soo, have to learn about honesty, like your fellow tv presenters, Ellen and ROSIEEE!

She's out there, in the open. Screaming her glorious insults at people. I mean, she's just Rosie. She's just a really old lesbian going through a mid-life crisis. Woosh. I'm tired and MY LIPS STILL HURT.

Hah! I lurve that old Katy Perry joke. Its about this guy who puts 'I kissed a girl' as his status.

Then he likes it and comments below it saying, 'See what I did there? I liked it!'.

See? Thats why the internet should only be reserved for mature, understanding people like, umm, ME!

Pain in the mouth.

2010-12-15T00:50:00.000-08:00

Went for my 'surgery' today. If I described what surgery it was exactly and what they did, you'd prolly say eww and run away so, I'll give you a umm, summary of the events. There's something i my upper lip preventing me from flashing my million dollar smile, so, umm, they cut it out. Yeah, BRUTAL!

Anyway, it hurt, really bad and I couldn't have lunch today since my gums, mouth, and teeth hurt soo bad. So, I had to survive on jelly and vitagen. Pathetic -_-

I just woke up, slept like a ~~pig~~ baby! Yawns. Chao.

Simplicity.

2010-12-14T06:02:00.000-08:00

I googled simplicity and according to The Free Dictionary.Com, it has 5 meanings.

1. The property, condition, or quality of being simple or uncombined.

2. Absence of luxury or showiness; plainness.

3. Absence of affectation or pretense.

4. a. Lack of sophistication or subtlety; naiveté.

b. Lack of good sense or intelligence; foolishness.

5. a. Clarity of expression.

b. Austerity in embellishment.

God knows why I googled that. Its a very nice word you know. Kinda rolls off your tongue. And besides, I have dreams that someday, when I become a famous singer / actress / director / well known Hollywood personality, I've always wanted to have maybe an album or a clothing line called simply, Simplicity.

Yeah and I am aware that this picture is the mother of bad editing.

Anyhoo, Siti Nurhaliza has a perfume line called SimpliSiti which seriously ticked me off. Damn her! Now, I'd look like some lifeless copycat ( which is what I really am. ) Instead of an ambitious entrepreneur. ( which is what I'd like to be. )

Boo-yah sama dia. Sooo, this is the part where I run out of things to say and hastily publish the post. Just so you know, we've got lets say, give or take another 3 weeks to get my ass back to school. Let me waddle in a puddle of my heart break.

Of bees and flowers.

2010-12-10T20:00:00.000-08:00

I watched Narnia ystd. In 3D. It sucked, came home and fret the whole day about wasting money and time watching it. Took weird pictures of my cousins.

LOL, its not my problem if she finds gigantic Oreos interesting.

So, after all that pathetic picture taking sessions. they went home and I went to sleep.

Woke up today morning, went to the temple ( yes, I am very religious ). Came back, blinded Pearly by taking a thousand and one shots of her, tortured a bee which was calmly sitting on a flower and forced my father to sit in different angles. Haha, this started out as merely the result of peer pressure, and now, I'm getting the weird feeling that I actually like doing this.

There!

OMG, its a bird, its a plane, ITS A DSLR!

2010-12-10T05:18:00.000-08:00

LOL, the title explains it all. Yeah, so the fruit of my constant nagging and pestering, I got it.

The Pentax K-x

I heard all DSLR owner's have this shot. Rofl!

Yeah, so I'm OVERJOYED! It comes with a built-in editing thingy fyi. And, LOL I'm just happy la. So freaking happy. I also realized that I've developed a strangely strong bond with the camera. So much so, my routine at this point is, I wake up, bathe, pick the camera up and take pictures. I think everyone in my family's getting sick of me snapping photos of them ALL.THE.TIME. No joke, I mean, it must be irritating to find flashes each time you turn, aimed at you. =)

She's gone with the angin.

2010-12-05T21:19:00.000-08:00

My.Maid.Left.Yesterday.And.We.Have.No.Help.Now.Wonderful.

She packed her bags and left, not thinking about the consequences. Not thinking about the pain and misery. Not thinking about anything but herself. Okay fine, I'm the selfish one bitching about her. I mean, she hasn't seen her family in Indonesia for already 2 years plus now. So I guess its okay la.

NO ITS NOT!

I had to - Feed the dog, sweep the house, take in the clothes, feed the dog summore, entertain the damn thing, and make sure it doesn't die of depression now that the maid isn't around. HORROR!

And now, I'm sitting here thinking, all I want for Christmas is a maid.

My mother thinks thats the maid's absence is a golden opportunity to "embrace responsibility'.

Rightt.

Justin Beaver's Play.

2010-12-03T21:45:00.000-08:00

So I was looking through the comments today when I ternampak a comment which I had NEVER seen before and boy, wasn't I touched. Some one wrote this under the comments. And whoever you are THANK YOU very much and SORRY for not paying attention to it earlier. =( Anyway, she/he requested that I write a song about Justin B. She/he suggested I do 'Baby' but since that pretty old, I thought about doing 'Pray'. Its an awesome song, and this version of mine isnt as nice as Imma Lala, but give it a chance you'd ya? =D

Ori song at : http://www.metrolyrics.com/pray-lyrics-justin-bieber.html.

I just can't sleep tonight

knowing that things ain't right.

It's in the papers, it's on the TV,

it's everywhere that in world.

There are bieliebers, who strongly believe

That Justin B ain't a girl.

Pre Chorus:

But i know there's sunshine behind that rain,

I know that sometimes girls act like males. ( Hey )

Can you tell me how 'he' did that sex change?

Chorus:

I close my eyes, and everything becomes clear.

I close my eyes and Bieber becomes a male.

I close my eyes and the truth is finally here,

Bieber take your barbie dolls out and play.

Verse 2:

I lose my appetite, knowing that he's what bimbos like.

Am I a sinner? Cos I ain't a bielieber?

And that I don't submit,

To his stupid phrases and failed one-liners,

and how I don't worship..

Pre Chorus:

But i know there's sunshine behind that rain,

I know that sometimes girls act like males. ( Hey )

Can you tell me how 'he' did that sex change?

Chorus:

I close my eyes, and everything becomes clear.

I close my eyes and Bieber becomes a male.

I close my eyes and the truth is finally here,

Bieber take your barbie dolls out and play.

Bridge:

I pray for the weak-hearted,

I pray for lame bieliebers,

I pray for all the ones not knowing,

I pray for all the souls in need.

I pray, can you stop them today?

Pre Chorus:

I just can't sleep tonight,

Can someone tell me how 'he' did a sex-change?

End Chorus:

I close my eyes, and everything becomes clear.

I close my eyes and Bieber becomes a male.

I close my eyes and the truth is finally here,

Bieber take your barbie dolls out and play.

And play and play,

I close my eyes and let Justin Bieber playyyyy.

Written in the stars.

2010-12-03T20:42:00.000-08:00

Talk about massive boredom.

Talk about local.

2010-12-02T01:04:00.000-08:00

Haha, I got this really funny e-mail from a friend. It went like this.........( The criticism is the one in brackets :P)

Tijah, satu orang kampung, ingin memutuskan hubungan dengan boyprennya yang Mat Salleh. Dia tidak sanggup bertemu lalu mengutus surat. Surat it berbunyi begini.

Hi white male, my motive write this letter is to give you know something.

I WANT TO CUT CONNECTION US. ( Lol hon, it isn't Maxis ). I have think about this very cook cook already.

I know I clap one hand. Correctly, I have see you and she together at town with myself eyes. ( Then who's, my granpa's? ) You always ask for apology back back ( Front front? ) I don't trust you again!!! You are a really crocodile land.

My friend speak you play wood three. Now I know you correct correct play wood three, so I break connection to pull my body from this love square. ( Hahahaha, try love circle la. )

I know this result I pick is very correct because you love she very high from me. So I break off to go far from here. I don't want you to play play with my liver. ( She's going PCK now! )

I've been crying till no water in my eyes thinking about you. I don't want banana to fruit two times...Safe walk...

Tijah!

Tumblr. Cupblr. Waterbottleblr?

2010-12-01T21:15:00.000-08:00

Is it pronounced as Tumbler? Or Tumbelr? Or just Tum with the rest of it silent?

Whatever it is, every Sally, Lisa and Charlotte seem to own it ( yesh, the fact that I'm sexist changes Tom, Dick and Harry to that ). So yeah, I got myself an account there and I can't exactly grasp the fundamentals of Tumblr so I've pretty much left it to rot somewhere in the online world. And anyhoo, I did break up with Suzanne. LOL, the whole lets-break-up-convo started like this.

Akitsas Mohan : Yo Suze, I'm bored wanna break-up?

Looi Suzanne : Hey, I'm bored too. Sure, lets break up.

And that's how my relationship with Looi Suzanne of approximately 6 months ended not-so-tragically. My very first 'you're-straight-and-so-am-I-but-lets-list-ourselves-as-in-a-relationship-on-Facebook' relationship ended. I knoww, I'm supposed to be devastated but yeah, I'm actually quite thrilled!

Anyway, a big HI to Nishaa! Andandand, I guess that's it!

That's some NST article and an orange we got from Thailand. Hahahah!

And that's umm me. In a very random position. I liked the whole

back blur thingy though.

Toodles!

I'm Lahame.

2010-11-21T22:29:00.000-08:00

I thought long and hard in the toilet today morning :(

Yeah I know, you're like ''Sastika's gone bonkers. Whathell's a shoe got to do with her thinking on her potty''. LOL, idk, that one was completely random. Coming BACK to the toilet though, I've got some shit going on. I was considering either deleting this blog or completely privatizing it cos I barely update this old dump anyway. But then I realized that I literally started off my teenage life with this blog and there are so many memories in it. I've actually recorded the first half of my teen life in this blog. Ya know, my LaLa moments, my funny moments, my lame moments. So basically I'm one damn soppy 14-year-old with a barely updated blog who is now lifeless debating whether she should delete or not.

PAUSE! At this point, what should the blogger do?

a) Run to her room and cry till the roof falls down.

b) Ignore the matter completely and continue stalking people on Facebook.

Answer : c) Stop being so lame and finish this goddamn post.

Great, now I'm skitzophrenic. Anyhoo, I'm just gonna keep this old blog la. Pavam, I'm not gonna let it just disappear into the online world without any trace of its existence or whatsoever.

Haizzzz, soooo, I have nothing else to say or do. But, I do have umm a joke?

Q: Why are blonde jokes so easy to understand?
A: So brunettes can understand them.

Q: How did the blond burn her ear?
A: The phone rang while she was ironing.

Q: There are 17 blonds standing outside a disco but why couldn't they get in?
A: The sign said "must be 18 to enter".

Q: Why are there no brunette jokes?
A: Because blondes would have to think them up.

Random? Pretty much. I just copied and pasted it off some lame webbie. LOL! Chaoo!

Yo Dawg!

2010-10-02T01:41:00.000-07:00

Its been long since I crapped here.

Anyhoo, I stumbled across this, if you type '' Where is Chuck Norris'' and click 'I'm Feeling Lucky'

Anddddd YOU WILL FINDDDD.....*drumroll*

Something very interesting. LOL. =P

What should I write here?

2010-09-17T00:10:00.000-07:00

Uh, I'm obsessed with editing. I've edited a couple of pictures. Massive fail obviously.

See what I mean.

Problem is I feel like an ass. I'm wasting my time telling people that I have too much free time, when I actually have VERY LITTLE TIME left. Its very, dreadfully depressing.

Haiyoh very lame la. My gosh, I just learnt how to copy and paste stuff from webbies.

Remove

Akitsas Mohan You've gotta give credit to the wannabes. At least they're ambitious.

I AM IN BLISS!

Imma Lala

2010-09-15T01:40:00.000-07:00

I guess boredom does weird things to people. I created this song. Have you heard umm, Ridin' Solo by Jason Derulo. Its a cool song la, But I decided to torture it. And since I'm so laifless, might as well post it on my blog. It kinda goes like that but with different lyrics. Here it goes.

Check out the real lyrics here. http://www.metrolyrics.com/ridin-solo-lyrics-jason-derulo.html

I'm livin' like a Lala, you can't stop my shine,

I'm lovin' my ribbons, my 'x' and my 'y's,

Imma Lala, Imma Lala, Imma Lala, Imma Lala Lala!

Yeah I'm feelin' good tonight,

Finally being Lala and it feels so right, Ohh!

Time to sit and chat all night,

Traumatizing everyone on Facebook in sight, Ohh!

No one to answer to,

No one is gonna argue, NO!

And since I'm now a hardore Lala,

I'm living my life so free. Yeah!

You told me get my Lala-ness together, so I got it all together,

Now I made it through the weather,

My Lala days are gonna get better.

I'm so sorry, that I wasn't a good Lala,

But I'm better now,

I'm so sorry that my punctuation was good,

Now its gone wrong!

I'm puttin' on my ribbons,

And hanging out tonight,

Spending time in MoMo,

Getting Lala, clothes and ties.

Imma Lala, Imma Lala, Imma Lala, Imma Lala Lala!

I'm livin' like a Lala, you can't stop my shine,

I'm lovin' my ribbons, my 'x' and my 'y's,

Imma Lala, Imma Lala, Imma Lala, Imma Lala Lala!

Disgusting-itis.

2010-09-13T23:06:00.000-07:00

I've been umm 'reading' papers lately. Flipping through its muka-muka. Very boring la. But theres this like 2 page spread daily on NST about murderers and rapist and idiots who do extremely disgusting things to other fellow humans. Then there was this doode, Jeffery Dahmer, he sodomized, abused and killed 17 men and boys. And I'm sitting there with my jaw swung open thinking. WTH is wrong with you man?

Lets not forget Ted Bundy. He sucks. He really does. He rapes ladies like nobody's business and then dumps them in really random places. Jerks of the 17th century la I tell you!

Anyhoo, I'm sooo obsessed with Sendhil Ramamurthy and apparently, his wife kissed this other woman. I kinda rejoiced for a moment but then, it was just for a movie shoot. Pfft!

Uh I shall take leave cos I'm blabbering!

I am a stupid cow.

2010-09-06T21:25:00.001-07:00

I am at home. I am bored. I am lonely. I am hungry. I am selfish.

No one's at home. My farthar is in the hospital, he's got himself admitted so he can have a full check-up thingy to make sure your health is good and bla bla bla. My mathar has gone with him. I think she thinks that he, despite being a fully-grown-male, is incapable of taking care of himself. So yeah. Behold the boredom.

I actually finished my homework. I know, Ysing must be extremely proud of me =D *hugegrin*

At this point, I am extremely emo, so I'm trying to come up with emo-fied things/phrases/words to use. I got one.

I am a blank page, fill me.

The extremely emo-tika in me says, ''o.O awesomeee''

While the normal-tike in me finds that phrase extremely disturbing. Ridiculously disturbing.

I really have to get out of my house. I'm beginning to see things. Not ghosts or whatever.

For instance, I see Facebook notifications wherever I turn, I see the Jusco logo when I watch TV,

I see my friends faces when I eat. It's creepy, no doubt, but above all I just realized how lifeless I sound these days.

Hey, ho I'm bored! Bye!

Farneh-ness.

2010-09-03T20:34:00.000-07:00

The first mistake I made today was that I woke up ridiculously early. Early as in like we're talking, 8? Yesh, 8 o'clock. Anyway, since it was oh-so ridiculously early, my father was watching CNN and no one would be online, I figured, the morning air would be good to get all poetic-o and romantic-o. Tried to continue the poem I started out in school ystd. I looked at Pearly for inspiration but all I got was a stupid yawn.

I made a vow to not say the 'B' word during these holidays. But all the watching tv and lameass-ed onlining will soon take a toll on me. I am therefore scared.

Anyhoo, I'm running out of things to say and words to use. Therefore, I shall end with a poem I wrote ( after much struggling )

Sas is awesome,

Sas is cool,

Sas is better,

Just admit it you fool!

Insert suitable title

2010-08-29T05:16:00.000-07:00

I suck! I have been stalking tons and TONS of people lately on Facebook. Its not anyone in particular, just any random person on my suggested friends or anyone who I feel like stalking. I know, I should prolly be sued for carrying out such ridiculous activities online. Haiz, *slapsfacerepeatedly*

Anyhoo, I feel weird. Not in that 'I-am-going-to-puke-on-your-shirt' way, more like the 'I-don't-wanna-talk-just-shathap-and-get-outta-my-face' way. I don't really get what's going through my mind. I know, *slapsfaceagain* I don't usually get all so emotional and all. You know what, scratch that, I NEVER get emotional or anything of that sort. I'm ALWAYS laughing and screeching away.

My mathar thinks I'm sick, so she gives me year-long lectures about my diet and about the importance of yoga and how eating vegetables will help my digestion. And I'm like, " I appreciate your concern Ma, but I don't think spinach or kangkung has got anything to do with how I feel. ''

But you know parents. ^_^

Btw, Merdeka is like two days away and I know I'm supposed to be bouncing off the walls with patriotism filling every vein in my body, parading around being thankful that our forefathers got us independence a couple of thousand years ago.

The only thing I'm thankful about is that we get Tuesday off. Besides, Selva's also giving us off which gives me one day of happiness. But hey, o.O the great 2 week long holiday is happily bouncing towards us. It'll reach soon, so I'll just have to sit still and wait till that day arrives.

Bugger, I always run off topic!

Say what..?

2010-08-27T06:20:00.000-07:00

I feel like a cow. Just came back from Indian Cultural Day '10. I can feel my head throbbing slightly, must be all that talking and jumping. Anyhoo, it was pretty boring. Warm and boring. =(

So Foo decided to unleash her camera and take random, pointless, lame pictures. YAY!

See what I mean by pointless.

The performances sucked and the same people kept dancing. The whole affair was just a waste of time, but then....

I did get some tips from the DSLR owner herself. Hmph! =P

Jwaye was kinda emo that Alycia and Elza left early. Alycia/ Elza! HEARD THAT? She desperately wanted to get pics with them.

Evidently, the most moronic part was the open floor. All colorful people bouncing about in colorful attire. Then apparently, some kid fell down because she was too excited, and they cut the whole thing short. Thank god!

Nothing really suits this well.

2010-07-23T22:58:00.000-07:00

Ka-boom. Exams are over. I kinda got bored of online-ing. So I got down and dirty.

I drew. My drawing probably could intimidate Picasso.

My mother got kinda freaked cos' lets face it, how many 14-year-olds actually DRAW these days.

Tsk, tsk.

I had a dream....

2010-05-15T08:04:00.000-07:00

I had dream, a song to sing. LOL > no song la. Just a dream to blather about. I dreamed about....

A STARRY NIGHT.
ENTERS SASTIKA96 WEARING A FROCK WITH A BIG SKIRT. IT MAKES HER LOOK DIVINE.
HEADS TURN, MEN FAINT, WOMEN FAINT TOO. SMALL ANIMALS AND MAYBE EVEN BIRDS ARE FALLING OUT OF TREES. ELEPHANTS IN AFRICA DIE. IT IS THAT GOOD A DRESS. =D

Sastika96 : YAY! I am now very hot and pretty. I now have a date. He is very handsome and tall. I am no longer going to die an old maid!

SASTIKA96 TWIRLS AROUND FOR A BIT WHILE TWINKLY MUSIC PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND.
SASTIKA96 TWIRLS AROUND SOME MORE.

SIXTEEN BUSES GO BY. ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE FAINTED RECOVER. GRUMPY SQUIRRELS STARTS TO THROW NUTS.

NEARBY PUBLIC PHONE RINGS MIRACULOUSLY. SASTIKA96 RUSHES TO PICK IT UP.

Handsome date : *mutters, craps up lame excuse*
Sastika96 : CENSORED in case little children pass by.

SASTIKA96 SITS DOWN AND BIRD POOPS ON HER DRESS. NOW SHE CAN'T TAKE IT BACK TO TOPSHOP. =(

5 Reasons why this is a dream.

1. I don't wear dresses.
2. Public phones don't ring on demand.
3. I DON'T wear dresses.
4. I don't shop at Topshop.
5. I DON'T WEAR DRESSES!

Bomb!Crash!Burn!

2010-04-02T22:37:00.000-07:00

If you thought wars in the Middle East were horrific, you should go along with my mum on one of her shopping sessions. These little outings contain a high level of brutality and fatality. No Joke! Lets just say that my mum and I don't see 'eye to eye' on most things ( everything to be more precise ). Anyway, I was dragged along to one of these shopping sessions today considering the lack of proper attire in my closet.

You see, with the wedding season nearing, my dad and I will soon be dragged from one reception to another and one dinner to another. So, my momma decided its time I get outta my 'sakai' clothes. This statement is something I disagreed with. I believe that my choice of clothes look sakai ONLY because I wanna be comfy. Even Donatella Versace said and I quote : ' My couture is always comfy'. But obviously, my logic didn't go down too well with my mother so we went to Jusco.

I was forced into several body hugging suits and finally I got one weirdly tight shirt and a skirt. Yes, a SKIRT.
Okay, before I start puking on the keyboard, I shall chao!

Yep.

2010-03-30T01:24:00.000-07:00

Okay, spit at me, frown at me, swear your head off. But I can only say this once. Sorry.
There, its over.
Now, in an effort to make up for what I haven't been doing for the past, let's say 2 months, I'll fill you guys in with what on earth I've been up to.
There's the drama comp. I've been extremely busy cos you see, considering this is a "Big thing', we are forced to do the whole 'come-to-school-during-the-weekends' thing. What's awesome about it is that 2PINTAR's script was chosen and what's even more awesome is that a form 2 girl ( Ah Sheung Ah! ) is the main character. So yeah, that's been keeping me busy.

Choral Speaking. Jynwaye, Ysing and Muah poured out hearts and soul to write the script and we're freaking happy it turned out well. Its pretty exhausting but I've become extremely good at multi-tasking.

I'm doing this post mainly because Alycia would slaughter me if I didn't and now Christina would probably join her. Btw, I gtg now.
And if its comforting in any way, I'm back with Hewy Packard.

=D

Honestly, Truly.

2010-03-28T17:06:00.000-07:00

I beg for your apologies. I seriously do! For now I can't blog but after Tuesday, I'll explain ALL about what's been going on and how's that what's been going on. So sorry. Catchya till then.

P.S Ash, I sent you this HUMONGOUS e-mail with smileys all over it. Tak dapat ke? Allah!

Sorry x 10

2010-03-05T21:57:00.000-08:00

Hope that works.

I didn't go for Koko today.

My mum just dropped the 'bomb' yesterday. 'Bomb' = Trip to Medan. I know you're probably wondering where on mother freaking earth is this place. It happens to be in Indonesia which also happens to be the last freaking place I wanna go!!
But, we're not going alone, of course not. She had to drag the whole family, yep. The whole damn jing bang.

Recipe for Typical Family Vacation Disaster.

One teaspoon of gossipy aunty
3 cloves of bimbo-fied cousins
2 pinches of workaholic uncle.

Swear, I'll have the time of my life!

Drink, Drunk, Dronk?

2010-02-15T02:14:00.000-08:00

My father's friend is having a Chinese New Year Party today night which is pretty ironic mainly because he's Indian. To add to the irony, all the guest present would most probably also be Indian. So, doesn't it totally pointless to call it a 'Chinese New Year Party' when no Chinese are even present. Anyway, this guy's idea of a party is about a dozen men, slamming down alcohol like nobody's business while screaming their opinions about politics loudly enough for the whole Klang to hear.
While all this commotion is taking place, the ladies would be calmly sipping their wine in the corner discussing which woman's son eloped with which man's daughter. Holy Gossipers of Klang, they call themselves. So not holy.
We, the 'kids' are usually shooed off to 'play kiddie games' when in reality we might just sit and talk about dirty stuff.

I understand that the average adult brain is terribly underdeveloped but I didn't really prepare for this much underdevelopment.

I've got a lot of fixing to do......

Among the wanted criminals.

2010-02-14T06:04:00.000-08:00

I'm doing this post because I had an awful dream last night.

Alycia was wearing a hoodie which looked more like a gown. She was walking towards me with a sledgehammer in one hand and a 'Killing for Dummies' book in the other. As she got closer, I tried to warn her about the dangers of killing but she kept on walking. Suddenly......

No, I can't continue because my mum woke me up. Anyway, I bet that would most probably be true if I don't blog now. I went to a CNY open house in the afternoon but that was the extent of my Chinese New Year spirit. Came back and begin typing the drama script which I have officially finished now. Then, I chatted with Suzanne, very long convo. Then, I chatted with Nic, short convo.

I wanna go swimming this week but I don't know who to grab along. Any volunteers? Going out with me involves losing your sanity, patience and sadness. So tell me kay?

And time for apologies.

2010-02-05T05:28:00.000-08:00

I haven't blogged in a long time. Yep, that's true. So, let me keep you updated on my unhappening happenings.

Went out with Ying Sing and Jynwaye to watch Tooth Fairy and The Spy Next Door.

Gained Facebook, Lost my life.

Watched Dead Like Me on HBO for the thousandth time with Pri.

Wrote 1/4 of 3 choral speaking scripts.

Wrote ( I was saying, Jynwaye was writing so literally I wrote it. LOL ) a drama.

That's all I did. Tomorrow, I'll pushed out of bed at the crack of dawn to crawl 272 steps up a cave. So have some sympathy for me.

If you can, you run.

2010-01-28T20:46:00.000-08:00

I'm squeezing in a post before I carry on with my Happy Slip Video Watching Marathon on Youtube. I'm laughing so much that my mum came upstairs a couple of times, wondering what on earth was going on.

Anyway, I'm back from today's cross country. I had to go, mainly because I am the only hope for the yellow house and me being the most athletic of them all, I had to get that first place for Form 2. And I did, me running like the wind, as fast as my legs could carry me across the finish line contributing 15 points to my house's grand total.
Sorry, I got a bit carried away talking about the dream I had yesterday.

Reality:
Jynwaye and I walked the whole way and finally found Melody and her gang standing in front of Pusat Musik Melody. So yeah, that was funny. The other funny thing was that basically all the form ones had reached by the time we turned up at the school gates. To make things worst for me, my dad called my momma apparently because he was wondering if I got 2nd or 3rd placing. Ying Sing I got 2nd last, so that helped.

Can't wait for tomorrow. I'll blog about it tomorrow if I'm not entirely beat by the time I come home. I gtg, Happy Slip is waiting for me...

What a pity eh?

2010-01-26T06:30:00.000-08:00

I read a book a couple of days ago about child molestation, abuse, and sexual assault. And I have to say, the book did move me, a lot.
Now, me, Jynwaye ( I have to mention here that she is a REFORMED person and is no longer molesting Mason Moorhouse's eyes) and Ying Sing are joining forces and going against all the child abusers all around the world. As teenagers, I know there's basically nothing we can do to prevent it, but maybe by spreading the word and making sure people are aware of this, we can do our part to reduce child molestation

While I'm here, blogging about child abuse, somewhere in Indonesia for instance, a kid is being raped, in South Africa, a toddler is being molested and maybe even in Malaysia, a teenager is being abused. But sadly, I have to say that in a group of 10 child sex offenders, 4 of them are related to the victim. Be it a grandfather, uncle, cousin, brother or even worse, father, anyone is capable of committing this disgusting crime.
So, please, for the well-being of our future generation, spread the word and don't be afraid to discuss this topic openly. The more we avoid, the more we encourage. By talking about this offences, we might be able to help at least one child somewhere on earth.

So, please, lets pray and hope that the number of child sex offenders reduce in the near future.

Love, Sastika, Jynwaye and Ying Sing. ( 3amp - LOL )

Out.

2010-01-24T00:39:00.000-08:00

Just got my nose out of Sidney Sheldon's The Sky Is Falling. Gosh, its bloody hard to put down for awhile. I took it to the toilet with me so you can imagine how interesting it was.
Dragged myself to the computer after I finished it. I feel like reading it again, this time in the toilet, whole book.

I'm killing Mother Earth.

2010-01-22T21:47:00.000-08:00

Right now, there are about a dozen tear-and-traces-of-snot-mixed tissues scattered in front of me. I have to say its quite gross but If you are wondering why I'm finishing my parents savings by blowing my nose with tissues, its because of my friends. No, its not because Jynwaye, Alycia and Jivya were so thoughtful enough to make a whole post about me. I'm crying because they didn't make a LONG whole post about me. So, I am not at all thankful. No!

P.S Just kidding!
P.P.S I shouldn't be putting a P.S in the middle of a post but I added it to stress my point.
P.P.P.S I realized that I shouldn't add a P.P.S in the middle of a post as well.
P.P.P.P.S I think you get my point. And yes, you can put the knife down...

Anyway, I have to admit that I'm extremely touched that they used around 1 millionth of their ever precious energy to type and create a blog post for me. It was very touching. Yes, very, very touching.
In case you haven't noticed, its just happens to be my birthday today and surprise, surprise.. I haven't got ANY presents yet. No money, no cheques, no gifts and NO MONEY!

Its bloody pathetic and very loser-like for me to say this but I'm wishing that someone would just turn up out of the blues on my doorstep and give me a huge cheque like the ones they give the winners of Reader's Digest *Toyota, Drawing Forward* contest.
I don't care if the person who turns up at my doorstep happens to be an ex-convict who was guilty of child molestation ( Oh, and Jynwaye's partner in crime ). All I want is that big cheque.

God save me, sorry. Correction
God, Give Me!!

Pigs have taken over us!!!

2010-01-14T23:52:00.000-08:00

Yeah and immediate action had got to be taken! Take Liam Hemsworth for instance. It has been recently speculated that he has been dating a pig. Just take a look at him or maybe his body.

And Jynwaye, if you don't think he's hot, I'll call Taylor Lautner retarded. Tit for tat. Hehe....

Anyway, back to the pig story, apparently, he spent the entire summer with his lover a.k.a Pig and was caught kissing in the beach where they confirmed they're relationship. Check her out!

Sorry, wrong pic. Couldn't differentiate between the pictures. Here's the correct one.

Can you see why I got confused? The differences are minor. So minor that only after two whole hours of magnifying and looking at the close-ups of both the pictures did I realize that the FIRST picture is Miley oh-so Smiley Cyrus and the SECOND picture obviously is a pig. So forgive me for being so careless. I'm going to smack my toe twice as a punishment , okay?

Pants on the ground.

2010-01-14T22:27:00.000-08:00

I'm not here to talk about some aged porn star, no. It's the one, the only...Larry Platt, uh-huh!
Just watched American Idol. The one where they visit Atlanta for auditions. Haha. There was this 62 year old retired army general who turned up, obviously unaware of the age limit which happened to be 28. The guy was funny la. He came into the audition room and burst out into his own song called 'Pants on the ground'. If he'd switched gears and driven up to the Last Comic Standing audition, he would have surely bagged it.

Anyway, I just got back from school and surprise, surprise, I'm home in the afternoon. Okay, that was lame. After being generously 'honored' as the secretary of rumah Kuning, I was ordered to attend the most killjoy-ish event of the year- Taklimat Pemimpin Cemerlang 2010. And yes, it sucked. No elaboration there.
But, boy I'm happy. I've got a weekend ahead of me which should be nice. * fingers crossed.

Now, however, I am rather pissed. My father just condemned my spelling which is a very, very wrong thing to do. He asked me to spell rhubarb and I did exactly that , but without adding the 'h'. I mean what big of a difference does it make if I spell that god-damned word right or wrong. I don't even eat rhubarb. And the word sounds the same without the 'h' in it! Just because one idiot back in the 16th century decided that rhubarb would sound nicer with a 'h' in it, we are FORCED to face the consequences of his thoughtless, childish action. Man, I'm boiling!
So, to prove my point right, I had a long argument with my dad right in the car in front of a couple of his friends. Yes, even if it meant embarassing him, I had to get my justice!

This action obviously led to me being severely punished. Forced to entertain Pearly for the next week. I'd rather spell rhubarb with a 'h' in it then do that!

Givers sleep better than takers?

2010-01-10T01:48:00.000-08:00

I was talking to my parents about my childhood obsessions like sitting on people's feet, scratching armrests, twisting my hair and bursting any balloons I see ( I was never invited to b'day parties for that very reason ). My mum told me about another obsession I had when I was a kid which somehow never popped up in her mind before. She told me that once I started to walk, I would randomly pick up something lying on the floor and give it to anyone nearby. When I was younger, its would be a copy of Women's Weekly but when I grew stronger, I ventured far into the kitchen and once handed the lid of a rice cooker to my dad. I know it may seem pointless telling you people but I'm doing it just to inform you guys about my 'golden heart'. Even at a tender age of 1, I showed humanitarian skills. Ha-ha. Just kidding.

If your wondering how Koko was, two words-sweaty and pushy.

My birthday, ahem, just happens to be 13 days away. And um, for your information, I accept all forms of gifts-cash, cheques and any form of bucks. So, hack into your parents bank accounts now people. Unless you want your divine relationship with me to come to an end. =P

Go Yellow?

2010-01-08T05:39:00.000-08:00

Its ironic that i hate responsibility but some way or the other it gets to me. I've been given no, 'honored' the Setiausaha post for Rumah Kuning. Kisho apparently managed to squeeze herself into becoming a Bendahari. That girl, I tell you, knows just how to avoid yet accept. I haven't quite mastered it yet which is exactly why I keep getting 'honored' like this.

Tomorrow will be the very first Koko of the year and I know this sounds childish but I'm actually looking forward to it. All showered, powdered and buttoned up wearing our glorious banana shirts running with little strips of papers all around the school attempting to find our perfect society or game or whatever. See, the excitement got me fanatasizing.
I'll come back tomorrow and tell everyone how 'fun' it was. Bye.

Grr. * Pissed off face.

2010-01-06T07:28:00.000-08:00

Yeah, I just got to know her but I've delegated her position on my 'respect board' from 'human' to 'not-so-sure'. I mean only if people would take the time to comprehend and understand that I'm not talkative. I'm just very opinionated. Maybe a little blabber-ious but mostly just opinionated. Agree? And, she can't get that simple thing in her head.

I dunno la, if this teacher is gonna be suitable for us. If she can't get someone as simple as me, she'd surely find it hard to get the rest of the herd ( sorry, class ). Anyhow, school is NOT fun. It's an indescribable pain in the ass. Now, they push in one taklimat after another, sooner it'll be one ceramah after another.

And these teachers I think they're in a world of their own. Honestly, which sane human would think that by listening to a man bitch about "Menjadi Pelajar 'A'! we'd actually become 'Pelajar 'A'!.
No amount of drumming can get that fact straight into the teachers heads.
I live with one, so I speak from pure experience.

Edu-kay-sion.

2010-01-03T06:26:00.000-08:00

When we are trained to keep our creativity under wraps, that is Edu-kay-sion. When we are ordered to lose our originality, its called Edu-kay-sion. And, finally when our personality is shut away in a hollow, small box it happens in the name of Edu-kay-sion.

You get why I don't wanna go there now?

And a fairytale ending.

2009-12-31T23:21:00.000-08:00

I just realized how quiet my neighbourhood really is yesterday. My entire extended family was cramped into my house so I guess you would have already gotten a feeling of how loud it must have been. Anyway, the cramping begin at around 9, and ended at nearly 4 so I have nothing but sympathy towards those neighbours. I do not posses the 'love-your-jiran' quality.
Back to the family. Somewhere between the cramping and eating and chatting and screaming, someone managed to plug in the karaoke machine and some Beatles song was being tormented. Minutes later, it changed to Down and then to Hips Don't Lie.
Yes, Hips Don't Lie, don't judge us.
Then, Pictionary box was produced and everyone jumped into an enthusiastic round of that. We didn't exactly draw what was on the cards, get what I mean, I'm sure Jynwaye does. Later, after tons of channel surfing we found that MTV was having a Michael Jackson marathon. And, god curse me for accidently turning there cos as soon as the words 'Billie' and 'Jean' managed to register in their heads, everyone screamed in delight which obviously led to more cramping. Yeah, and the television was left more finger DNA than CSI's crime lab would have.
Finally, the countdown was going on and we got into a hugging and wishing fit. And, it still wasn't over, beer came out followed by all its relatives and it ended loudly at 4.

So, after all that tiresome Pictionary rounds, tons of food, and variety of sounds I learned that there's nothing more tiresome than hosting a New Year party. the house was in an uproar and it obviously wasn't me who stayed up to clean it. But, I had fun and I bet you guys did as well, so remember stay safe, be well, eat fruit and remember, don't host a New Year party.
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I could say 'tomorrow' or 'next year' cos its the same.

2009-12-30T22:41:00.000-08:00

Umm, I'm not very good at all that wishing stuff so forgive me if I sound like an utterly constipated asshole throughout this post. Anyhow, today is the 31st, the official ending to a long, hectic year. Believe it or not, last year same time, same day, I remember typing 'damn, its 2009' into the personal message box in Msn, And now, its time to type 'damn, its 2010' in that very same box.

Uh, I don't wanna really make this long but my fingers are obviously betraying me, big-time. One last thing, if we all die in 2012, I want you guys to think of my blog before you die. It might lighten you up. LOL.
Okay, I better shut up or you guys will condemn ME on MY own chatbox. So, stay safe, be well, eat fruit and remember, think about My Blog before you die!
Happy New Year to anyone who's reading!

P.S Please don't get drunk and drop dead at 11.55 pm.

I'll Make It Work, Because I Love You!

2009-12-29T20:22:00.000-08:00

I've been seeing someone. For a month now actually, ever since the school was out. I was scared to tell anyone about our relationship mainly because I was afraid, afraid that the world would judge us and we would have to face non-acceptance. That's exactly why I didn't tell anyone, not even my bestest of friends. But, I've gotta set the record straight now, I'm coming clean!

We met at a computer fair and my dad immediately took a liking to him. He's British but grew up in Taiwan. He had that typical dark and handsome thing going on but unfortunately not that tall. Honestly, who cares?? He looked just breath-taking in some kinda dark suit he was wearing. The best part is he's royal. He was a couple of numbers at the back of his name. God, cute right?

I call him Hewy and we meet up pretty much everyday. I spend close to 6 hours a day with him just looking into each others eyes as we think about our future together.
I love him very very much and I don't give one damn if the world likes it or not! My Hewy tells me to do that, be strong and fight for what you want! I want my Hewy.
And, just in case you're wondering what his full name is, its Hewlett Packard w1707.

I love you Hewy!!

Straighten It Up.

2009-12-27T06:51:00.000-08:00

I'm pretty sure you guys have heard of the Leaning Tower Of Pisa. Its a work of art and has great value even though it looks like someone bashed it up with a huge 90 foot baseball bat.

Well, today my small cousins came for their weekly visit. They come every Sunday and since I'm the unfortunate one who happens to be closest to their age, I'm forced to "keep them busy''. You see, stopping Tiger Woods from having mistresses is easier than keeping these little ones busy. Usually I smack some lame-ass DVD which silences them until the DVD ends, then I just smack another one and it goes on and on until they leave. So, my mum gets all these cute kiddy DVDs every week for smacking. And this week she forgot!
Honestly, I love them, but they are for sale, 3 bucks will do. Anyway, back to keeping them busy-I got out some of my old toys for them to destroy. After destroying my entire Ferrari collection, they moved on to blocks, those colourful ones you can stack.

And surprisingly, they managed to create something. They tampered with the Leaning Tower of Pisa and made it into the Straight Tower of Pisa.

The strong minds behind the creation.

The Straight Tower Of Pisa itself!

That's one bad ass monster.

Nothing stays put with a bunch of kids around.

Seriously, I've never heard of designers who wreck their own creation. I pointed this out to them and they kicked me in the ankle. Gotta go now, I'll leave you to marvel at the building's insanely gorgeous structure. Bye!

My Day.

2009-12-25T22:10:00.000-08:00

Went to Josh's house for Christmas. It was more of a gathering for us than a Christmas party actually. I hitched a ride with Kesh yesterday we were welcomed to severe cursing and swearing. Everyone was seriously pissed that we barely called or met up with each other since the May hols. So, we settled the prob with a group hug and Anu burst into tears which got us kinda weepy after that. So we apologized profusely to each other and the whole scene looked like it was outta some old Hallmark family story. Then I complained that no one read my blog anymore and somehow, while complaining, i manage to muster up some tears which made them think i felt really bad that no one read my blog. So I expect more comments from them tomorrow. hehe.....
Anyway, the rest of the night was fabulous, we danced and sang and talked and stuffed ourselves with roasted turkey. Uncle Ron decided to impress everyone with his chicken dance. He confessed later that it was just so he could pick up some hot chicks ( obviously didn't work ).
Basically everyone was happy, the oldies got they're drinks, the youngies got they're music and the ones in the middle had to put up with whatever they had la.
Some weirdo who sounded a little drunk became Santa for the evening and all he did was carry a bottle of Cognac while screeching 'HO, HO, HO' at the top of his lungs. Later on, someone shut him up so we were left in peace for the time being. The huru-hara started all over again when Josh's dog Leak accidently knocked over an old woman who wanted so badly to press charges on Leak. I didn't know old ladies could get drunk just by drinking sparkling juice.
Came home pretty late and then stayed up to watch Call Me Clause. Whoopi Goldberg's hair reminded me of a mop and for no actual reason I started to laugh and it woke my parents up. That's all there was to Christmas, I've got another party to go today.
And I'd love to wish Dan in Aussie a great Christmas and a happy new year. Everyone at the party wished he was there with us.
I end my post with a silent burp and a lot of joy in my heart. Merryy Christmas, HOHOHO!!

P.S I wasn't carrying a bottle of Cognac when I said that!

Naughty or Nice?!

2009-12-24T00:31:00.000-08:00

Will Obama still be in Santa's nice list even after all the racial scandals he had? What about good ol' Mr. Woods, his augmenting number of mistresses must be making Santa jealous!
One thing's for sure, the goverment ain't gonna have no 'Silent Night" this year since they released the PMR results on Christmas eve. Tell you ah, Santa better put me under the nice list or I'll punch his stomach until he becomes slim. Anyhow, Merry Christmas to all of you (yes, even Blogger.com) and a Very, very Happy New Year!

P.S Don't you think Santa should get into Biggest Loser?

Long lost friend.

2009-12-23T05:46:00.000-08:00

I'm sure you guys have seen movies where someone just randomly turns up at the front doorstep, claiming to be an old friend and the person at the door would wrap them in a warm embrace and invite them in for coffee. Ever wondered if the "friend" could be a serial murdered on the loose? Or a big time thief ?
It just so happens, that a Camry-load of people landed in my house today afternoon, claiming to be my mums old friends. I tried my best to warn my mother about the dangers of having strangers in the house but to no avail. While they were hugging everyone, the thoughts going through my mind was ' Shit, she's letting them in, they're gonna hold us hostage in our own house. They're gonna kill us if we don't give them what they want. Crap, can't she ask them for their ICs?'.
Just as i was about to call the police and inform them that their most wanted criminals are in my house, my mums old friend approached me and started telling me how much i've grown since she last saw me. Good to know.
Thank god i didn't call 999. ( not that they would have arrived on time )

Hair Gone, Specs New.

2009-12-23T05:24:00.000-08:00

Just came back from Jusco after picking up my new specs. It doesn't really look like something I'd use but, I beg to differ. They are Lee Coopers, anyway.

That's how it looks. Just ignore the weird sun-burnt kinda effect under it. Btw, did I mention they are Lee Coopers ( I'm sure you guys are hitting your head by now ).
The Chinese guy in charge at the shop was really making an effort to get friendly and I have to say he managed to narrate all the happenings in his life in more or less 10 minutes I was there.
He also mentioned that my hair looked nice, he obviously said this with an awkward snicker. I was like " God, take my life now!"

Cummonlah, if you call that nice, you're either blind, retarded or trying too hard to sell some spectacles ( but failing ). Maybe I am over-reacting, most people I know who saw the short, pixie haircut didn't really realize that it was short or pixie until I pointed the fact out.
So, I'll leave you critics to enjoy the ugliness of my hair while I stop typing in this post.

12 bloody days!

2009-12-21T23:21:00.000-08:00

To get my lazy ass back to school.
Until then, i would have to preoccupy myself with christmas. Or maybe nag everyone i know to gag their PMR results until i'm satisfied. God, i sound like a result thirsty vampire. Not the Rob-Pat or Tay-Laut kind, the sexier kind. ( ROFL!)

Do it again.

2009-12-21T03:52:00.000-08:00

I'm doing it again. No, not that-you pervy human! I'm gonna introduce myself all over again. I read my first post which just happened to be the most bimbo-fied thing on earth and i decided it needed a little revamping and redecorating. Kay, here it goes.
I'm Sastika, a self acclaimed geek and the proud owner of a metal factory which happens to be located somewhere in my mouth. Adding to the beauty, a high powered magnifying unit, positioned at the bridge of my very distinguished nose. My other luxurious properties consist of 10 well-bitten fingernails, 2 twigs attached to my body and a built-in perming device to enhance my already stunning mop of "hair". That's just the looks department, I'm sure you can't get enough of my beauty so I'm stopping right there and going on to the personality.
I'm sarcastic, insecure, occasionally lame, hilariously stupid, clumsy and lazy. Oh my, I should stop the self-praise, I'm beginning to blush. I'm 13 going on 14 and the only child of a football freak and a perfectionist. I can't cook to save a life but can joke to save at least 4. My hobby is talking and my motto in life is to stop doing just that.
I'm engaged to Dominique Cooper and I just broke up with Shahid Kapoor. I never go to bed without getting at least 3 drinks ( of water, that is ) and enjoy the company of funny people.
I love my friends, classmates and selected family members immensly although I have said on numerous occasions that I hate them. A feminist from birth, I hate to economize and hate men who call ladies dumb. I love seeing men die but burst into tears when a woman gets scratched.
Hate my mums cooking, love hot cups, want to travel more often and dream to meet Russell Peters. Envy Youtube Stars but still subscribe to their channels and watch their vids faithfully.

That's it. I am a very, very simple, happy person and i love the fact that I'm still alive. Bye!

Hacked.

2009-12-20T04:06:00.000-08:00

Unfortunately, someone has hacked into my previous msn account. It sucks, major. The best part is, i previously had 231 contacts on my list. Its all gone now. Now guys, instead off slamming me with advice on how to get my account back or throwing me with pity looks, wisely co-operate with the victim and add me at my new add sastika96@hotmail.com.
That's all i can say for now, just shut up and add me. That's all there is to it. Bye!

For those who tell me school helps.

2009-12-15T04:41:00.000-08:00

Enough said, eh??

Untitled.

2009-12-15T04:02:00.000-08:00

WARNING: If you are expecting a humorous post, please stop reading this immediately. If you are genuinely concerned about how i feel, you are welcomed to go on.

My mother wanted to take me shopping for new school stuff ystd. This is not a joke, I freaked out. I realized that the year is coming to an end and soon, i mean soon, i'm gonna have to get into my pinafore and go to school. I'm genuinely scared and seriously nervous about going back to school.
You know, its extremely funny that I feel that way. Cos in the previous years, the thought of going back to school was looked forward to. Meeting friends after a month and a half ( which used to seem long ), joining all those clubs, finding new students in an attempt to befriend them ( only scares them off ) seemed exciting. It was like a new start or something.

Those days, I would cross out the days in the calender as they pass, furiously praying and wishing that time would just fly. Now, I find myself moaning when I look at the calender and how close it is to "Back To School" day. My mum says its all part of the growing up process.

I'm scared about tests, exams, homework, teachers, problems, fights and controversies. Haiz, now you tell me, isn't it MUCH better to sit at home and watch telly?
I guess I have changed. My home has become a shrine to me. I don't wanna go anywhere, unless it requires buying food of course. And I think that missing an outing with a friend just to sleep in ain't gonna kill nobody. I guess it is. Its killing me. I have serious mental problems la. I actually suggested being home-schooled to my dad. He gave me one of those looks they reserve for retards.

Anyway, thanks for reading this much. Even those people who I shoooed off in the being of the post.

P.S Have you noticed that 'studying' is 'student' and 'dying' put together? Man, i'm so discouraging. Don't listen to me.

Gone By The Wind.

2009-12-14T21:02:00.000-08:00

Its been butchered, all of it! Theres basically nothing left to tie to school la. I feel naked without my long, untidy, curly hair.
The lady who works at the saloon should quit and start her own shop. I'd be honored to name it. Hands down, it should be called "The Hair Butcher". What a winner =(
I might be gone for a few days to visit my granma. Her house has just been revamped. When I first got there it was as if i was in an episode of 'While you were out'. You can't blame me for accidentally uttering a swear word when i saw how different the place looked. Today was the last day of piano class, 2 weeks hols for Christmas. Can't wait for christmas actually, the tree, the carols, the food. Goddamn the presents.
I gtg, sorry about the short post, I've got some stuff to do.

Akitsas

The core.

Y U Zo Specialz?

A rojak buah of predicaments.

So deep.

Take this ho over the rainbow.

Back to the sick hole.

Lamboria.

Jingle Jingle Fat People Grumble.

Hold them flimsy slip.

Let's get Indian.

Heart in socks.

Who run the world?

Xin Chao

Grease

Flatulence

Stagger through December

Kau dalam hati saya.

Homazomagoose

Ooh mummy, why does he sparkle?

57 del of pain.

Ambitions and the damned future.

Don't be fibbin' me

Get in that hole

Of culture and curry.

Blady lurve birds.

The bad and the ugly.

Wazaap.

Stench.

The question is, to smack the blogger, or not.

Tsunami.

Sanitizer.

The Skin I'm In.

Screw you.

Some lives.

Oz in Moz.

Ze Machas!

When it pours.

You're original, and cannot be replaced.

10 of 2010

Padangs and Lasanga.

Yesterday

Waba daba doo!

Rosie, Oprah and Ellen.

Pain in the mouth.

Simplicity.

Of bees and flowers.

OMG, its a bird, its a plane, ITS A DSLR!

She's gone with the angin.

Justin Beaver's Play.

Written in the stars.

Talk about local.

Tumblr. Cupblr. Waterbottleblr?

I'm Lahame.

Yo Dawg!

What should I write here?

Akitsas Mohan You've gotta give credit to the wannabes. At least they're ambitious.

Imma Lala

Disgusting-itis.

I am a stupid cow.

Farneh-ness.

*Insert suitable title*

Say what..?

Nothing really suits this well.

I had a dream....

Bomb!Crash!Burn!

Yep.

Honestly, Truly.

Sorry x 10

Drink, Drunk, Dronk?

Among the wanted criminals.

And time for apologies.

If you can, you run.

What a pity eh?

Out.

I'm killing Mother Earth.

Pigs have taken over us!!!

Pants on the ground.

Givers sleep better than takers?

Go Yellow?

Insert suitable title