Yee ‘O Lost Souls

Ah geez man. Its only the first week and I’m already hectic, hectic. At least there’s no homework. I only got a chance to go chillaxin’ today. I’ve been wanting to have lunch at TJ and later drink at Bing. Or Tao. That Mars Bar cheesecake is so nice…

But no! From now on throughout April no more junk food. That research subject didn’t want to wait long to get us on our feet. I hate four-hour classes. I don’t think I’m going to enjoy account very much since the lecturer herself is not very accountable. Hehe. I crack myself up. Or maybe not…

The PC and Book Fair at Swinburne today was surprisingly good. I thought it was gonna be crap. But there was a Toshiba and Acer counter set up and the M50 and M100 laptop I want were on display! Whee! I wish I could buy a laptop now but I won’t have any use for it yet and no space. But the laptops were sexy hehehe. I just instead, bought a colorful set of cd-r. These will be for my Hyde porns hehehe.

And lookie here Im watching Whoopi! Whee!

This week I made a record number of five essays, all about myself! It was so easy to do them in classes but when it comes to that 600-word essay I want to do, I just go blank! But the class exercises helped! So now I have a ready essay. Sort of. Now its version 3.2. Soon it’ll be 3.3 or 3.5 or something. I have till the end of April to submit it.

Now, ta’ra!

Its a known fact that I am mean to kids. I don’t like kids. I’m that evil sister little kids hate. Yes, I am aware of that fact. And I can live with that. Kids are loud and annoying and they should all listen to people like me and do what they are told. I was a kid once and I dont like evil sisters too. But I can live with that too. I was once bullied by evil sisters now its my turn to bully back. So let me have my fun.

Mehehehehe!

Today I just got rid of an annoyance. But I still have no idea what to write in that essay. HELP!

I have no idea what to say. Ta’ra!

The first real hectic day in class today. Both lectures presented the course outline and the first topic of the subject. Which is majorly boring. So since this is the first time I brought my new phone to class…hehehehe…Snap away! My desk is always messy during a lecture with candy, candy wraps and stationeries splattered all over. It is a common sight. Behold, as Miss Tiing’s hair turned white of concentration. Seriously, Tin Tin, you should be honored to have your pic displayed here. And oh, I think its about time you print out a new copy of that timetable :P.

My aching legs are finally easing up today. I can walk without pain. Thanks to of course, time. Time heals all. And a half bottle of minyak buah pala. Before the marathon it was almost full. Now, two days later, its down by half! Hahahaha! It has served me well!

Ohh my birfday is coming soon in April! And lookie here! My birfday present! Hahahahaha. I know its a weird present to ask for in the first place but I’ve been wanting one of these things for a long time now! I am as happy as Sunako in a horror house with real corpses on display. ^_^

And oh yeah, I havent introduced my Mandarin Lao Shi. That’s a cute pose isn’t it? I told you so!  He was suddenly aware of me taking picture when I took this pic. I wrote in his student survey under the ‘tell us what you want the lao shi to improve in class’ section that Lao shi should wear a pink flowery shirt :D. And he later told me he will look for that shirt just for me! LOL! I’m so looking forward to that!

Tomorrow I have only one one-hour class. And its not even my own class. We’re just encouraged to join any one-hour marketing tute because our own tute (tute C) were lost on the first day of registration. So gaah. Screw that. But I am a good student. I will go and attend that class.

Right. Time for bed. Good night!

I’ll sum up the morning in one word.

Chaos.

I mean, the notice on the noticeboard confused me. Is there or is there not any lectures going today. Initially there is, but then? Actually, there are lectures today. And we didn’t know whether to go to lectures or go register tutorials. Tutorial classes are ‘touchy’ if I may call it. Once you made your choice, its hard to go back and change. if you change even only one tute gorup to another, chances are, you might need to change other tute classes too to avoid any clashes. So very the mafan!

But the admin just had to mafan something that’s already very mafan! For starters, registration was held in two small classes on the 6th floor. Furthermore, we had to register alongside the foundation semester 1 students who are just starting in Swinburne. If I were the new students, I would feel very…daunted. At least we know what to do and stuff. BUt them? All this confusion @_@. But I just wish them good luck and glad Im not them. When we registered for tute classes it was only us in the auditorium. But there we were, all sem 2 and sem 1 students crowded into two rooms. There were ‘civilized’ pushing and shoving and all that and we had fun cutting Gary’s line. Yes Gary, we had fun and thanks for letting us cut you. We love you. and West, I hate you. I want to shred you to pieces yes I do.

Anyway, thanks to the admins’ crappy ‘administration’ I had to change two tute classes. From IT B to C and Writing C to B. Actually I could just stick with Writing C, but since I changed IT, I have an empty morning slot on Thursday. But thanks to this change I now have only one class on Wednesday morning. Which is good. Because Wednesday and Friday is gym day. I had planned to keep Friday afternoon free too but IT C is in the way. But it finished at 4:30 so I can go to the gym right after class. Hehehe. My timetable is decided by two main factors:

a) Gym day and b) the availablity of parking spaces.

Parking spaces are best acquired in the morning at 8 am and around lunch time at 12-1 pm. But I don’t really mind parking outside Swinburne’s compound. There’s a security risk of course, but I just prayed and hope everything’s fine. Just keep anything valuable (eg handphone, handbag, discman (:P)) hidden from view (like in the boot) and you’re fine.

Gym day has been decided as Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. Until MUET is done with, there is a chance of the MUET tuition class being moved to Wednesday instead of Tuesday because there’s a clash. That might take gym time if I go slightly later in the day though. But no problem. For now heh.

I heard Swinburne has yet to have a student achieve B6 for MUET. And mr. hurt ankle got B6 at his school (and the only one too)! I won’t lose :P. I will get B6 for MUET! Mwahahahaha!

Oh man. I have a five-hour morning on Monday. This sucks, really, and I still wonder why I did it. But after the five-hour morning of four subjects, I get a two hour break before another one hour class and I can go back at 4:30. I decided that, its Monday. You’re supposed to be busy on Monday. Monday is the day you get down and dirty with business. woo sounds so serious hehe. I can sneak in snacks in between classes if I have to.

Im hungry. Well, I’m off. Ta’ra!

Whew. The marathon is over. And I’m proud to say I went through the whole 21 km! It took me more than 3 hours (approximate 4 hours actually) to complete it, but I did and that’s all that matters! We left for the marathon at 5 am with me barely having two hours of sleep. So as you would have figured, it was still dark. When taking pictures with your own camera, its a little hard to take a pic of yourself. So I just didn’t bother. I can ask for the pics from my sis. These are my fellow runners. Bros Wan and his friend, Abd Rahman and of course, my sis. The four of us had consecutive BIB numbers. My sis being D4055 and mine D4056 and the other two bros C3173 AND C3174. It happens when you register consecutively hehe.

Anyway, there was some jerks from the Tentera Darat force (now is officially ‘buaya darat’ force). "do you have a phone number?" Suuuure. In fact I have a lot of phone numbers. WHich one do you want huh?? I’ll give you my dad’s number. See how you like that!! At the start of the race I sincerely wish he would fall and break his ankle and become wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life! And we are trusting the security of the country to these guys!? I’m feeling quite insecure already.

It took me a while to lose them in the race. I don’t hope to compete with military guys. Obviously, if you look at who has the better stamina…I would immediately pale in comparison. I don’t care if I’m lagging way behind because I’m already far from the sixth place anyway. Anyway, that idiot did make me lose interest in the marathon that I have been looking forward to for a while. But I was determined not to let him spoil my good mood. After making him more death wishes I’m fine.

Right! Let’s forget about that. 21 km is really a distance you should have respect for. There’s no distance markers for the 21 km category, only for the full marathon (42 km). And God was I nervous when I passed by this marker . I mean, I’m only joining the 21 km! Don’t tell me I’ve ran/walked more than my designated distance!! But it does make you feel proud eh? You can show off to people that you’ve ran 30 km. Initially I passed by the 40 km mark when we were barely 2 km into the race hahaha! Wanted to take a pic of that but this happened. I should just stopped when taking the pic. But it was still fresh into the race and you want to run like everyone else. The guy who ran past me apologized though. I didn’t blame him. I mean, are you supposed to take pics when running a marathon? Unlikely heh. I brought my phone with me. Don’t trust those people at the baggage area.

Anyway, when you’re still starting out and everyone’s running past you and stuff its easy to still feel competitive. That pic was around one hour into the race and since other categories just opened up behind us and are catching up, you can see a lot of different colored BIBs. Mine was blue for both male and female groups. But when you reached a point where you realized there’s a long and winding road ahead of you, (like, say, the route behind the stadium), your fighting spirit immediately abandoned you. And trust me, it didn’t just happen to me :P. When I took this pic I didn’t realized there’s still a long way to go. But when you’re walking down a long, long road, and you see people going back the other side, you know there’s still a long way to go.

If I had had my earphones with me it would have been better. I turned on the walkman but its on loudspeaker. But it didnt matter much since I’m a long way away from anyone else. Fortunately, as I walked down that long stretch of road, I reached a U-turn for the 21 km race. After that I walked the rest of the way back to MASJA with Pak cik Ahmad! I had my feet sprayed too. It sure helped a little. I met pak cik several times along the way. I pass by him, he pass by me, I pass by his colleagues and so on. Until a point when we were abandoned by the pack and decided to just stick together. Pak cik and me talked about a lot of stuff along the way. Its good to have a companion. Other than keeping you motivated, it makes the walk back a little less daunting. We talked about fishing, birds, politics, principles, work, study, realtionships (it was a very long walk…) and just about any random stuff that comes to mind. Pak cik we made it!!! We went through the whole 21 km!!! Yeah!!

I learned that when you’re in a competitive running, you can control your motivation by imagining a ‘magnet’ in front of you. Put the magnet on the back of a runner in front of you and keep following that magnet as if its attracting you. And when you have overtaken your magnet, place that magnet on another runner whos ahead of you. And when there’s no more people to place your magnet, imagine that magnet at the finish line!

I’ve had several magnets along the way. Needless to say, I lose sight of all of them LOL!!

I felt a pain in my feet along my smaller toes of both feet. The medic along the way said I have a blister behind my ankle (whatever it is you call that part). But really, I dont feel any pain there. He just applied medicine anyway. It helps relieve the pain in my feet overall. But then its still a long walk. When I arrived at MASJA, my three fellow runners were already there! w00t! My sis and bro Wan didn’t finish the race because my sis had a bad ankle along the way. But the other bro finished it just a bit off the three hour mark. It took some effort to go back to the car since it was parked at the kompleks there but we all made it. But Marimo was toasty with all the accumulated heat in the car. So we had him aired first while I do some essential stretching.

Afterwards we went for lunch at a nice little Orchid Garden restaurant. The food is not bad though. We were not very talkative during lunch with everyone being so tired hehe.

At the end of the day, I survived the marathon with aching feet and a blister. I expect I will have a fever tomorrow which is bad since class starts tomorrow. I just hope not though. When I got home I was determined to stay on my feet for as long as possible because that’s what you’re supposed to do. You’re not supposed to rest on the day of the race itself. But I took a shower, prayed and went to bed after applying minyak buah pala to both my feet and the whole legs. Aaaahh~ bliss. I think my feet will hurt more tomorrow. But who cares. I need my rest. I even contemplated reading while standing, but its just…pointless and…not comfortable. So bed it was.

Oh yeah, when you complete a certain lenght, they give you ribbons. I got both ribbons. I put them on my phone bag. Most people put it around their necks. Oh in case you’re wondering what I drew in there, here. Hehehehe. Just in a show-offy mood. Since I am a very nice person I’ll share this with you. The latest page of my doodling foolscape hehe. Pencils don’t look good when scanned.

Aaah~ a long day finally ended. From now on I’ll take one week to recuperate before going to the gym again. Seasoned marathoners normally take a week off after a race. I thought I probably needed less than that but that one week off exercise sounds very appealing to me now hahaha.

After this experience, I will not underestimate the power of training. Ideally it takes 26 weeks to practice for a full marathon. For half marathon it should be 13 weeks. But I managed only less than half of that. I don’t think I’ll be joining any marathon soon, but at least I can say that I did!! And furthermore, I completed it!! Even if it was only a half marathon. Hehehe.

The marathon is tomorrow! Yes! I’m so looking forward to it whee! My sis and I collected our numbers today and wooo there’s so many people out there! Im contemplating bringing my phone along because Im too scared to just leave it in my bag during the race. After all, I don’t really trust the people looking after the bags. Better be safe than sorry. But gaah it could be heavy to bring along as you run. I wonder if that guy with the hurt ankle is coming. He said he’d be there to cheer us on. Then I can leave him my phone hehehe. His friend is joining (he IS joining, isn’t he? ¬_¬) so you’d better be there!
I need my mobile porn damnit! Its both a music player and camera! And of course, a phone. Anyway, Im supposed to sleep and wake up three hours later so good night! Or morning. Whatever.

Time passed, and now it’s already three months since Artemis came to our school. We are close friends. He was a great person. Honest and optimistic. Although he seems to give away the radiance of a mysterious, troubled past, we ignored that. It does not matter.

                “Kay, I thank you for being my friend all this time.” Said Artemis. It was a cold day in Loki Park, a certain stain of sadness lingered in the air, as if hinting of winter, but winter was nowhere near. I did not like the feeling.

                “Sure, Artemis. It’s my pleasure.”

                “I want you to know that I really appreciate your friendship. I had fun, Kay. I really did.”

                I frowned at him. “What’s the matter? You seem…weird.” That was an understatement. He seems distant.

                “It’s time, Kay. I must rejoin my family soon.”

                “Rejoin your family? Are you moving away?”

                He smiled, a somewhat tranquil and sincere smile. He had never smiled this vibrant before. As he did, a faint light seem to radiate around him and suddenly – out of nowhere – a pair of angel wings sprouted from his back, stretching five feet apart. I stared in awe for a moment. Perhaps two. It was like a dream. The wings were lovely. And they were real.

                “Artemis…” I muttered, dumbstruck.

                “Kay…you have always told me how you admire the Moons for their wings. Therefore, I feel honored. However, Moons are not very carefree and easy in their life as you assumed.”

                “I…don’t…understand.” Was all I managed to say.

                “I am a Moon of Phyrexia.” He confessed. “The last of my tribe. The Moons are extinct. Because of their ego and ignorance, they fought each other, killing themselves, drastically decreasing in number. I was the sole survivor. My parents died in the fighting.”

                Clasping my and on my mouth, I tried to suppress a gasp. “You’re a Moon of Phyrexia? All this time…I was with a Moon!?”

                He nodded. “I’m sorry I never told you. To be honest, I never intended to tell anyone. But seeing as you are interested in that fairy tale, I guess you deserve to know the truth.”

                I was wordless.

                “Well Kay, I have to go now. I hope you live your life to the fullest.”

                My heart ached. I didn’t want him to leave! “W-wait! Where are you going!?” I did not have to ask. I already knew. But still I denied myself the truth. I did not want the truth.

                “To rejoin my family, Kay. My time has come. I must take flight into the sky, where my family awaits me.”

                I shut my eyes and nearly fainted at his words. He was going to…he was going to…

                “You can’t just leave, Artemis!”

                “I have to, Kay. I have got what I wanted and now I must go.” He looked penetratingly into my eyes. “You know, you are very lucky.”

                “Me? Lucky? No, you have mistaken me. I told you about my life. I am not the lucky one.”

                “Yes you are. You have a loving father, even though you two are not related. You have a home and people around who cares for you. I envy you. I never get a chance to even see my family or have people to look after me.”

                I wanted to counter him, to tell him he was wrong, but again, I would only be denying the truth. I have been taking everything for granted. Perhaps I never took the time to appreciate what I have. “But Michael and I…”

                “You stepfather loves you, Kay. He just doesn’t have the chance to express himself. That’s all. If he hates you, he would not have treated you kindly. Think about it. It’s good to be human. I wish I was one.” The white wings took one big flap and lifted him off the ground. They flapped some more, finally taking on a steady pace.

                I looked up to him, shielding my eyes from the light and from the strong winds that suddenly blew around the park.

                “I will never forget you, Kay! May you have a happy life ahead of you!”

                “Artemis!!”

                “Good bye!”

                In that last moment, before he was engulfed in the bright lights and strong winds, I saw it. That lonesome, bitter smile was replaced by a bright, sincere smile he had never worn before. Artemis was happy. He was now with his family.

                I knew where he was going. When a Moon sensed that his death is approaching, he would take final flight and die in the clouds, his body turning to dust, making his grave in the clouds, his soul watching life on earth.

                I knew Artemis would never be gone; he is there, among the clouds, watching over me. I need not worry. Thanks to Artemis, I now know that no matter how bad things are, they could always get worse. And when they do and there is nothing you can do, just look at the bright side of things. Because life goes on no matter how much you protest.

                Mother, I owe it all to Artemis. He has opened my eyes to things I have never seen before, and to thinks I refused to look. So if you see him, send him my regards. And one more thing, it was never a fairy tale. – Love, Kay.

                             ***fin***

In the magazine, the ‘ - love, Kay’ disappeared. That just kinda ruins the story a bit since it was a really classy finishing. I think the Editor In Chief had a grudge against me :P. Hope you guys like the story! I wanna watch Madagascar!

Ta’ra!

We didn’t get to talk much that time, but I managed to get to know him more. He told me he was living with an uncle. He did not story me of his parents or siblings. I did not ask. After all, I consider it rude to ask at this point. Perhaps another time.

                I lay down on the green grass of Loki Park, my usual stop on my way home. During these moments, I enjoy gazing into the sky and imagine myself as a Moon of Phyrexia. Wouldn’t it be lovely to have wings? The Moons are so lucky.

                “Hello.”

                I looked up as a boy with black hair and eyes looked down on me, smiling.

                “Artemis!” I said, sitting abruptly. “What are you doing here?”

                “Oh, I’m sorry to startle you. I was just passing by on my way home. I thought I’d say hi.”

                “Oh…I see.”

                “So do you come here often?” He asked, as he settled beside me.

                “Yes, I like it here. It’s quiet and beautiful. I can just relax and gaze at the sky.”

                “Why do you like to stare into the clouds? Isn’t it much better to be on the ground?”

                I raised a brow. Did he really mean what he just said?

                “I don’t know, Artemis,” I finally said, “I’ve had this habit since I was younger. I somehow felt that I belong there, you know?”

                Artemis frowned, probably thinking that I am such a weirdo. I seem to project that into people.

                “You don’t know how they live in the sky, do you?” he echoed.

                I shrugged. “I once heard of a story about Sky city, where winged people live.” I turned to him. “Have you?”

                “Sky City? Winged people?” He looked utterly baffled.

                I nodded. “It’s a race of people with wings called Moons of Phyrexia. They roam the skies, flying with their angelic wings. Their life was carefree and wonderful. If only humans were granted wings, we would have been free of troubles too, don’t you think?”

                “Well, not really. Having wings won’t solve your problems.”

                “Well in my opinion, I wouldn’t have worries now if I had wings like they do. Life would be so much easier.”

                “You think having wings would solve your problems?”

                “I would like to believe so, Artemis.”

                He was silent. I was gazing back at the sky therefore did not catch his expression then.

                What was his face like? I don’t know.

                I have always had my head in the clouds. I was famous for it in school.

                The house was empty when I come home. Michael was still at work and usually came home late. I often felt out of place even in this house. It doesn’t feel like home. After all, it wasn’t mine to start with. Mother and I lived in a small house before moving here when she married Michael. She passed away a year later. The house was certainly bigger and grander than most houses in the neighborhood. But it was cold and empty. A hollow shell. There is no warmth here. The kind of feeling your love ones have for you. One that you treasure for the rest of your life, even long after their loss.

                But there was no love between me and Michael. We were never related. All we had for each other was obligations. I was just a burden to him. We seldom communicate. However, Michael never neglected his financial duty as a father. My monthly allowance will be added into my account on the first day of every month, never a penny less.

End of part two. Continue post above.

Heya!

Look at this. I got this in KL hehehe. I’m going to stick it in Marimo soon. Nice eh? It’s a sign with attitude. Right now its on my mirror. Chicks rule!

I did the last workout prior to the marathon which is this Sunday this afternoon. When I got back from the gym I did a little grocery shopping and saw a sales promoter offering this soup around. I tried it and it was good! Better than campbell’s instant soup. Go on and try it if you’re a soup fan. Or something. One packet has only 68 calories. Its not very filling on its own so you might wanna eat it with bread. I was just going around the supermarket stocking on breakfast. Since sem 2 is starting next week, its good to have breakfast ready. Especially me who is lazy to wake up no less than 30 minutes before class hehehe.

Someone told me I should post my fanfics online. But I’m just so lazy. Anyway, I did this story. I submitted it to the school magazine when I was in form 4 and turns out to be the only English fiction in the magazine. This is a slightly re-edited version of it. Its still the same story, with minor edit from my cousin who was suddenly interested in it. The full story is around 3 pages and a half long. Therefore I will break it into three parts. I would reccomend that if you want to read it (I know you want to hehehe) with ease, copy paste the whole thing into a word document. But either way, I still break it into three parts for the ease of reading. Because I know there are lazy people out there who are just like me. Hehehe.

Right. Now I present to you…

CRAPIOLA - for lack of a better title

Have you ever heard? Of stories. Told when you were young, forgotten as you grow older? It is a story full of magic and fantasy, filled with imagination. I remembered a story my late mother used to tell me as a small child. It was a wonderful story about a race of winged people who roam the skies. A race called the Moons of Phyrexia. The Moons live prosperously on an airborne piece of land called Sky City. My favorite story.

           If only I was granted wings like the Moons, I would to fly away into the skies and drown myself in the clouds, relieving me off my troubles. Ever since my mother died when I was ten years old, my stepfather, Michael has been raising me. I never knew my real father. An archeologist, he was said to disappear on one of his adventures.

                As I go to school everyday, sitting in the classroom, in the same chair and table, day in and day out. I listened to the teachers, like the rest of the class, giving us ‘knowledge’. ‘Knowledge’ which will be tested on us later during exams. As is the norm, we were given time to worry about the exams first before actually sitting for them. When will this routine ends? And where will it lead me?

                I was definitely not the brightest in class, nor was I the worst. I was not entirely left behind and my grades are always above average, but still, that was nothing to be proud of.

                I am sick and tired of this boring life.

                Does getting good grades a promise of a better life? Are there such guarantees in this world? I suppose not.

                So if not then why do people go to school at all? Why do people push themselves to get good grades? Just to please their parents? Perhaps. After all, it is their obligation. I was in despair. I needed a reason, a goal in life. Something to keep me living. After the death of my beloved mother, I have lost hope in life. Michael is always busy but I can see his effort, although he couldn’t possibly show me the same love and affection as did my late mother. I was suicidal. Several times have I thought of hanging myself in my room or jumping off from the third floor of the school building.

                I had no real friends, only back stabbers. So why must I even bother continue living?

                I would imagine myself sometimes, sprouting handsome white wings, taking me away. Away from my stepfather, my life, everything. And to just keep flying into the endless skies. Oh, what a wonderful life it would be!

                “I’ll be coming home late tonight, Kay.” Michael said as he picked up his keys and about to exit the door.

                “Whatever.” I replied dryly.

                I did not bother to look back and see how my words would affect him. It doesn’t matter. He had custody over me by default. After all, he married my mother and we live in his house.

                Grabbing my bag from the kitchen counter, I left for school as usual. I stuck out in the local morning crowd because of my dark blue blazer and black slacks. I attended a private school. The other kids usually turn away at the sight of me, calling me an arrogant little rich kid. What do they know about me anyway? I would have jumped at the opportunity to have their life. I wonder, would a Moon be having this problem?

                I sat down on my chair and put down my books. Miss Rose, our English teacher, entered the class. With her was a new student. He was introduced to the class, named Artemis. There was something about Artemis that caught my eyes. Other than the fact that he was named after the Greek Goddess of Hunting, there was something about his raven hair that was as dark as an endless shadow or his night eyes. Miss Rose told him to take a seat and he filled the empty seat beside me. Artemis turned to me, and smiled. I smiled back, rather hesitantly.

                “Hey,” called a voice behind me.

                I turned around, and saw Artemis beaming. “Hey…”

                “Can I sit here?” he asked, pointing to the next seat. It was lunch time and we were at the school cafeteria.

                “Sure.” I replied, regarding him curiously.

                “Thanks.” He said as he sat down. “I’m Artemis.” He offered his hand.

                I put down my sandwich and shook his hand. “I’m Kay. Nice meeting you.”

End of part one. Continue post above.

Hello! Its been a while. I got back from KL a couple of days back and has been too lazy to blog hehehe. Man I miss the gym. Anyway, I went to KL with the initial intention of attending my cousin’s wedding or ‘bersanding’ since they have already got married in Miri last year. Remember that time I went to Miri? I even posted a photo. Anyway, yeah, that time. But this time its the bride’s side of the family’s kind of celebration. Although the bride is primarily Sarawakian but the fmaily lives in KL now.Thanks to my cousin (the groom) for his last minute habits, I was suddenly appointed emcee!! Luckily everything was scripted and it was not until the moment of the wedding itself that I confirmed my position as the MC.

What can I do!? I was at Sunway Pyramid having some retail therapy when stupid cousin called up and told (he basically ordered) me to come back early (if not immediately) for the wedding rehearsal. I mean, no way! The hotel shuttle won’t be arriving before 6:30 and the wedding starts at (supposedly) 7:30. He called me again two hours later but still, there’s nothing I can do so when I arrived at the hotel at five past seven, he told me some crappy instructions which I slammed back at him and then said everything’s under control and I dont have to emcee.

Good, right?

Wrong.

Knowing I didnt have to emcee, I took my time before going down to the wedding. We were all staying at the hotel the wedding was held so there’s no rush. So I waltz into the ballroom in my cotton veil and cotton baju kurong without a care in the world. Everyone else were all shiny and glittery and were, let’s just say more glamorous than I was. Suddenly…my uncle came…and I was emcee again. Gaaah!!! It was a bilingual ceremony and I had to be the Malay emcee while the English emcee is the brother in law. A lot of Caucasians too. Because the mother of the bride is an English.

Do I even LOOK like am emcee to you!? (okay I admit I look cool in there mehehehe) Next time you guys want me to emcee at least give me one day’s notice. NOT one minute notice!!(or one hour at that)

Abang Kap, if you are reading this (which is unlikely), I have a bone to pick from you.

Anyway, the morning after (wish I could say there was an after-party which there isn’t) I was so glad to be leaving that hotel. They have a Japanese restaurant that serve stuff like this which is nice. That was salmon teriyaki jyu or was it teriyaki salmon jyu…hmmm. there’s a chicken variety of it too but it was nice hehehe. We stayed there for two nights. The second night being the wedding. Looky my humble breakfast. I mixed three types of cereals in there. One is the Fitness one, then almond flavoured grain and banana flavoured grains and some cut roasted almonds. Good stuff.

Most of the family left the hotel that day and moved on to places closer to the city or like us, smack in the middle of Star Hill! I’ll let you have a preview of our humble apartment which is a 5-6 minutes walk to Star Hill Plaza. Its pretty small with a kitchen, a laundry area, the dining and living area (which just basically merged into one), 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and a small store room. the third bedroom is pretty small and without air conditioning but its alright to me. The apartment still needs a lot of stuff put up, like curtains (We use sarongs to cover up the windows -_-") a fully functional washing machine (not connected to the pipe yet) and a scoop, as in the one you use with a broom. And maybe carpets too. Throughout my time in KL my lover accompanies me. Hmmm…by putting this pic I might potentially embarrass myself. But really, do I look like I care? I even brought along another bag just to stuff my lover. YES! I call it my lover because it goes to bed with me every night hehehehe. Its very hefty to lug around for every travel so I won’t be bringing it to anywhere anymore. I brought it with me this time because we will be away for a while. I can’t sleep well without it. And a good night’s sleep is important to me. *grins* And besides, it makes sleeping on an extra bed a little less uncomfortable. My lover has yet to betray me.

So KL trips means shopping trips. I bought about all the stuff I want. Although we did lose some stuff…*the reverie of recollection*…*fidgets*…let’s not talk about that.

Anyway, normally when I buy books out of the five books at least 2 or three will be self-help or business/management books but this time I didn’t buy a single non-fiction books. As you can see, the stuff that I bought are all what I would classify as ‘good porns’. I don’t normally include English manga in my KL shopping budget since they are way too expensive for a one-time read, but this time I bought 4 volumes of Demon Diary. Heh…not my money. It pays to put up with my baby sister just to get the use of the Amex hehehe. Other than that, yeah, I do hoard a lot of porns back from KL hehe.

I also went to TOUGH. Finally! I bought a pair of pants there and look at the fitting room! pretty cool huh? who would have thought up of putting a toilet bowl in there lol! But that’s not a real toilet bowl though. And from the outside, the fitting room looks like a life-size freezer. If you have time, just walk into a TOUGH shop just to check out their fitting room. Hahaha!

I actually have a few more photos to put up but these are people and are of a totally different topic. But anyway, all the pics above were taken with my phone. I bet you’re surprised! (okay maybe not…) The wonders of 2.0 megaporn of camera. *sage nods* Hahahahaha! I’ll be signing off now. Ta’ra!