I don’t understand something; why is it that people lie to their loved ones or so they claim? Do people even know the meaning of love? Is it just a dramatic expression of endless, deep intense feeling one feels for another or is it just another name for lust ending with sex? Whatever it is it sucks! Coz there isn’t anything called love. Poets been trying to find out what it really is and they will have to keep on finding coz they will never be able to find it as it is after all just a phrase made by fools and those who believes it is foolish!

I don’t understand something; why is it that people lie to their loved ones or so they claim? Do people even know the meaning of love? Is it just a dramatic expression of endless, deep intense feeling one feels for another or is it just another name for lust ending with sex? Whatever it is it sucks! Coz there isn’t anything called love. Poets been trying to find out what it really is and they will have to keep on finding coz they will never be able to find it as it is after all just a phrase made by fools and those who believes it is foolish!

Standing: Ivory. Sitting from front: Nadia, Me! and nadiah :-)

Extra one more.. Wei Meng. The only guy in our group. or shd i say APEK!!
Love you guys...

I cant wait to get posted somewhere!! It's so boring at home these days. Dad didn't allow me to work so right now I'm bumming at home!! Suppose to get reply on posting by end of this month or early Aug. Hopefully soon if not earlier:-)

Right now I'm a fan of all the beauty forums available in the net. I'm so addicted to it that I feel like just forgetting about my 1+3 compulsory service and start a cosmetic factory to cater for every skincare problems:-) sigh.. what a dream.. I just wish I had the Capital to start it...

I finally got a new phone! Yeah and a new haircut too that makes me look like a nyonya (sob..sob). Damn why was I so bored on Sunday that I had this silly idea of wanting to look young (just because of few wrinkles around my eyes) with a new hair cut. Instead, now I’m stuck with this awful hairstyle for the next 3 months at least!

So anyway, as for my phone I had to change my old Nokia 5300 model to something better since it was giving me lots of problem. So what have I finally decided?! The Sony Ericsson S500i! It has a cool design and all the specs I needed. And the best thing of all; It was affordable! But I wasn’t that excited until this morning when I found out that the themes changes with seasons; or as day turns to night, and it’s just so beautiful! Yea!!


And mine is the white one!!! :-) I wanted black though but its out of stock :-(

Oh god!! Holidays can be so-so-so boring! Especially since there isn’t anything for me to do but sleep, eat, read and watch the DVD’s I bought from Penang (I wasn’t complaining initially but even that is boring now!) its like I have a directionless life. Every morning (erm afternoon or evening) I wake up thinking what to do and so on. At times if I really don’t have anything to do I’ll just sit and stare at the clock thinking how to fast forward it. I’m done reading all Judith Mcnaught’s book as well as all the other historical romance I have, done watching all SRK’s movies for the 100th times, given up doing distorted lamps and so on. So right now, starting from today, I’m gonna find a part time job. At least in that way hopefully my days will go by soon (if my dad allows. He feels that I need bonding time with my family since I was ‘away’ from home for close to 6 years). Except..I NEED STRESS!!! (Yea freak I know :-) ).

Anyway I just got back from Penang so I’ve uploaded the pics here. It was fantastic!! Especially Batu Feringgi. I had fun selecting and buying DVD’s. Dragged everyone there for 3 days in a row. Besides that of course the company was great so the 4 days; I would say were the best days in my holiday so far.

Penang the food paradise:










Sight seeing:

Strolling by the Beach:



Last Day..exploring penang our own way:

I’m going to Penang tomorrow with the gang and Pinache’s parents. I’m just so excited that I can’t sleep so I’m reading whatsoever that comes into my mind, just to make me sleepy; ex reading boring political stuff. However, instead of making me bored and heavy-eyed, whatever I’m reading now is making me excited and angry! The worst was when I read about how people in 15th century used to treat psychiatric patient, or what was more commonly known as lunatics;

Bethlem Royal Hospital became famous and infamous for the brutal ill-treatment meted out to the mentally ill. In 1675 Bedlam moved to new buildings in Moorfields designed by Robert Hooke, outside the City boundary. In the 18th century people used to go there to see the lunatics. For a penny one could peer into their cells, view the freaks of the "show of Bethlehem" and laugh at their antics, generally of a sexual nature or violent fights. Entry was free on the first Tuesday of the month. Visitors were permitted to bring long sticks with which to poke and enrage the inmates. In 1814, there were 96,000 such visits. The lunatics were first called "patients" in 1700, and "curable" and "incurable" wards were opened in 1725-34.

Can u believe that!! People are just so ridiculous and so heartless at that time! It’s not like it doesn’t happen nowadays, though I have to agree not as terrible as it used to be. I still remember when I had my psychiatric visit 2 months back, my groupies were actually laughing at the patients during the counseling session with the doctor. Well hello!! They made more sense than regular people! (I did too :-) but I think most of us were laughing surprised for their knowledge in world politics)

Then there was a time where we had to wait in the outpatient department. I saw many patients walking in and out. Some seem cured and were there just to get their regular check up, but most of them unfortunately could be differentiated with normal healthy person. Though several were obviously enjoying the attention; 1 aunty came with bright pink evening gown with Chinese opera-like make up & foundation (one of the characteristic of a disorder known as manic), a number of them were also awfully depressed and were crying, if not shaking and having robotic movements or drooling and staring deeply at one point all the time.
What caught my attention was a Down syndrome boy of 13 years old. He was one of those who looked fine and was sitting quietly. After some point of time he was looking at my group and started smiling. He was just so lovable that my heart went all out for him. Suddenly his caregiver, or probably maid came and just smacked him for staring at us, which then had stir him up and started acting violently that the nurses had to bind him to the wheelchair. It was just so sad. I mean he might have just been looking at us for no reason at all, and the guardian, being such an *******ass had put him into the hospital! Just hope to god he doesn’t get one of those scary ECT shots. I seriously adored him. But then again there is nothing I can do about it. Sigh… I just wished that along with evolution and the bloody development that has been happening since 15th century came with humanity!

Ok not exactly past but these are the pics from the parties 1 attended: 1 on the nite after my final paper in Rum's Jungle, and 2 in my uncle's bday party :-)

RUM JUNGLE:




Ok now the individual pics:





Can't seem to decide which one :-0 one is hopelessly romantic and superbly nice (indra:-)), one is good looking (Saran), and one is machoman (Kathir) hmm...








B'DAY PARTY

Yeah!! Exams are finally over and ever since last Fri I’ve been awfully busy with packing, moving out, performance, clubbing etc. It was a good ending I would say (of my undergrad years). Anyhow, I’ll talk about it later. Right now I’m a bit too excited to show the performance we (my cousins and I) had for my uncle’s 50th b’day. So here it is; our average work of 4 days…


P/S~ special thanks to Pinache and Nads for helping out with the choreography,
and also the space gang for tolerating with our regular 12 to 2am practice and the loud music:-)
and Kanesh (nothing to do with this): thanks a lot for the Pasar Malam trips during exam. Wouldn’t have survived without you :-)

Deepu, Aarti and Priyanka and not forgetting my absurd yet charming sister: You guys did a great job. Thanks for putting up with me. And the boys, erm... Cant believe I'm saying this, but I was helpless without your ending :-)

Today's paper was bad!! Extremely. I just hope I will pass, and listened to Nads instincts about radiolabelling, and mine about that bloody quantification method which I conveniently 'forgot' to read. DAMN!! There goes my 'at least B'!! and Damn I sound like a nerd but I dont BLOODY CARE!!! wuhuhuhuhu.... :-(

MyHeritage: Family tree - Genealogy - Celebrity

MyHeritage: Celebrity Morph - Geneology - Roots

Last week Nad’s JPA money got in and we went shopping in Sg. Wang. All of us (my sis, Nads and myself) had ‘enough’ money and wanted to spend especially since my family’s party was approaching. And guess what?? God knows why I am so unlucky; I couldn’t fit into any jeans at all!! My bloody arse seems to have increased in two folds and instead of the normal S or M fitting jeans, I had to go for an L!! Damn!! Plus I couldn’t fit into any top comfortably since my tummy was bulging and my arms looked like incredible hulk!

So what happens next?? I’ve decided to go for a two weeks diet + extreme exercise. I decided that I would do an hour of cardio exercise and 30 mins of toning up everyday for two weeks, and eat nothing but healthy food (with hope it will ease the obstacle in my bowel too).

Everything was so perfectly planned, only; that plan was done a week ago and it is yet to be put into action :-)

Pasar Malam. Say that word to any of my close friends and they will know that I’m passionate about it. Especially the one near where I stay, in Connaught. Every week, I go for walk there twice on the same day, which is like a weekly routine no matter how busy I am. The rationale behind it? I’ve got no idea. My friends call me cracked; some even say I’m nuts. I don’t know which one, but I can assure you that I am indeed in love with Pasar Malam.

For me Pasar Malam is the place where I had ‘discovered myself’ (shophoholic), the place where I ‘meditate’ (after stress from boring classes), and the place where I had revealed my inner talent (bargaining).

There is this sense of relief I get just by looking at the sparkling economical jewelries that hardly lasts for a week. Otherwise, I love listening to blasting senseless music from the CD stalls, if not eating those fancy unhealthy, fattening foods. Even pushing my way through foul smelling crowded people recharges my brain and strangely, I have never felt this way elsewhere..

And as for today, I’ve just realize that I am going to leave this place soon after I finish my studies and I’m sure I’m going to miss Pasar Malam badly. I’ve got no idea how I’m going to manage my days after this. I guess I’ll have to settle with meditation or a yoga class, except I’m sure it can never replace my fav. Pasar Malam as it is still and will always be the most effective stress reliever.

I finally resumed my dance class today. Though I didn’t feel like going and was contemplating to stop, I’m glad I made it. After class, my teachers had rehearsal for their upcoming performance, and it was simply fabulous. It was a fusion between contemporary and Kathak, and at the end of the class, I was more then convinced to join Kathak for the rest of my stay here in KL.

During the rehearsal, Pin and I were sitting next to one of my teacher who was waiting for his wife (another teacher) who was performing, and I could see that he was constantly looking at his wife. I started teasing him about it but he denied playfully, saying that he was looking at everyone; except it was so obvious that he was gazing at her; with a face filled with pride and admiration (she is such a graceful dancer).

As for me, I’m surprised to see such act, especially that they are married for a couple of years now. Don’t get me wrong, but I only see such acts, especially between Indian couples in movies, not in real life. At least not from the background I come from.

From the place I come from, besides my dad and uncle, no one actually appreciates what their wife does, what more being proud of them. None of them actually take pride for their wife’s delicious food (my aunts are all good in cooking), or realize the way they had helped in bringing up the kids (all my cousins are doing well, very good obedient kids), or even a thanks for taking care of their home. Instead they treat them like some unpaid maids, who needs to wake up early to take care of their kids, home, parents, job and the list just goes on. And at the end of the day, what do these husbands do? They grumble and criticize to their friends how worthless their dull looking wives are. That seriously pisses me off!! I wish I could do something about it but what can I do? Why can’t they at least once appreciate their wives? Why cant they just be proud and admire the way their wives had handle things in their lives? I’m surprised that my aunties are actually tolerating such life. If it was me, I’m sure I would have left my husband since day one!

Well.. I hope the day will never come, because deep inside, I wish to find someone like my teacher :-)