--this week, I...

...failed my MDM test badly, only to realize the questions were simple and I can actually do them.

...got the wrong paper back from my English teacher and started freaking out, because the marks on the other one were terrible.

...learned how to draw graphs with my calculator. Yes, my RM 450 calculator.

...re-read The Girl from Mars by Tamara Bach and realized how much my life resembles Miriam's.

"A phrase occurs to me. You led me on. Why do I only
think of that now?"

-- Tamara Bach, The Girl from Mars.

...ran around with Bikini Kill's Rebel Girl stuck in my head, forever and ever and ever.

"In her hips, there's revolutions."

..replied a few e-mails.

...tweeted like nobody's business; I think I'm becoming a twitter addict.

...claimed my ISU topic for World Issues, and the teacher was really nice about it.

...went for my first-ever LATIN DANCE CLASS and danced with Sarosh, who's really good at it.

...lovingly argued and traded insults with Hernandez.

...spoke to Nick for quite some time and got his opinion on lots of stuff.

...wore a bright-pink shirt to classes today and shocked Charmaine, who never expected to see me in that color.

...worked on our MDM ISU with Keith and Helen. I colored it and it was fun. Keith held the color pencils for me. What service!

...drank Red Bull over and over and over again.

Me, Keith, Shakilone, Sabrina. :)

--this is it, can you hear me?

Uh, more later?

Dinner calls. :)

And yeah, I know my hair's not working.

--2010

This should've come a lot earlier, but... :)

Thank you for Cadbury.
I love that boy, so, so much; he’s mine, I’m his.

Thank you for my family.
Behind all the arguments and cold wars, are hearts that beat as one.

Thank you for Helen.
I would be lost without her guiding OCD.

Thank you for Amelie Mauresmo.
For letting me see that one-handed backhand for four years.

Thank you for Ash by Malinda Lo.
It’s a brilliant example of how far queer Asians can go.

Thank you for Kaisa from Ash by Malinda Lo.
Now, if only Kaisa was real…

Thank you for Nick.
I couldn’t have asked for a clearer mirror.

Thank you for black-ink, Pilot G-2, 0.5 pens.
I love them.

Thank you for Motorola.
It’s my silent vendetta for Jews.

Thank you for Jews.
Joshua Bell and Natalie Portman are perfect examples.

Thank you for Amy.
I would be completely lost in clothing stores without her.

Thank you for Brandi Carlile.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. So freaking much.

Thank you for cheese-fries.
They’re great while watching Imagine Me & You.

Thank you for Imagine Me & You.
The only movie I liked as much as I Can’t Think Straight.

Thank you for Shamim Sharif.
The world needs more women unafraid to speak up.

Thank you for Yasmin Ahmad.
She was amazing while she lasted.

Thank you for Vivien.
She makes me laugh, and is the only person as vulgar as I am.

Thank you for colorful underwear.
I especially love the pair with rainbows.

Thank you for Rafael Nadal.
Just, thanks.

Thank you for online forums.
Pictures, music scores, articles, yeah.

Thank you for board shorts.
The only thing that you can actually wear in Malaysian weather.

Thank you for pasta in the shape of tiny stars.
They’re very cool – fun to look at, and nice to eat.

Thank you for the anonymous hottie (now named) in the elevator.
I now know that there’s a god who believes that I’m a good person.

Thank you for Naz.
You know I love you, so fucking much.

Thank you for my ability to do impersonations.
It’s great for scaring my little cousins.

Thank you for Aimee Mann’s music.
It leaves me speechless.

Thank you for Strangers in Paradise by Terry Moore.
It’s proof that straight, middle-aged men don’t completely suck.

Thank you for Mary-Beth Baker’s implied happy ending in Strangers in Paradise.
I actually squealed like a little girl when she sort-of ended up with Casey.

Thank you for Marat and Dinara.
Cutest sibling doubles team, ever.

Thank you for Wicked, the musical.
I can’t get enough of it.

Thank you for Spider Solitaire.
It makes me feel superior.

Thank you for Carin.
She listens, doesn’t judge and doesn’t yell.

Thank you for Blink-182.
I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for I Miss You.

Thank you for making the transition from BJ to Sunway easy.
And thank you for Sabrina, Shakilone, Keith and Sarosh.

Thank you for Zacky.
Without him: Math = Epic fail.

Thank you for little kids.
Marcus, Jaeda, you kill my bad moods.

Thank you for Kinokuniya.
The only place to find excellent, banned books.

Thank you for alcohol.
Need I say more?

Thank you for twitter.com
Best. Ever.

Thank you for Hernandez.
Even if I don’t appreciate you, half the time.

Thank you for my sarcasm and cynicism and bitterness.
Life can’t always be sweet.

Thank you for my sense of humor.
Epic win.

Please, let this year be a good one.

--wow.

And how would you like to marry me, Lucas?

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Anyway, I thought I was over those punkboys kinda thing.

And technically, I am.

Lucas Silveira from The Cliks is a boi.

So, yeah. :)

Getchurr facts right.

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This is completely random.

I'm just kind of in lust.

--rock, roll, hammer, sponge, Jon :)

jonathan says:
spongebob
or hmmm
hmmmmmm
Stephanie [I think you're really cute. And chewable.] says:
hmmmmmmmmm
jonathan says:
u think yours very long ah
Stephanie [I think you're really cute. And chewable.] says:
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
HHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
jonathan says:
u win lah u win
Stephanie [I think you're really cute. And chewable.] says:
awesome!
you sponge, la Jon
oh, wait
you're a guy.
uhhh...
you hammer, la
jonathan says:
wohooo
i wanna be a rock
so i can rock
hehe
Stephanie [I think you're really cute. And chewable.] says:
hahaha
then I can push you down the stairs
so you can rock and roll
jonathan says:
HAHAHAHA
awesome awesome
nice
i shall do that
where can i meet u ah
so while i rock and roll, u can be soft

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HAHAHAHA, Jon. :)

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Currently listening to: Kate Nash's cover of;

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You.

Pure awesomeness.

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Word's on the streets and it's all out too,

I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you,

He's got two left feet and he bangs my mood,

I'm not gonna teach him how to dance! dance! dance!

The second I do, I know that we'll be through,

I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you,

He suspects a thing that I wish I did do,

I'm not gonna teach him how to dance! dance! dance! dance.

.

Which is how I sortakinda feel right now.

Okay, I'm off to tell Nick.

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Oh, and HAPPY erotic eighteenth (haha) BIRTHDAY, to one of my four BFFA's - Chiam Carin.

I love you, so much, woman. :)

Then again, I wished you over the phone, so yeah.

FINALLY LEGAL.

So, we have to go out.

Lots of love from me and Cadbury and Amelie!

I found this from ages ago. :D

--singular acceptance.

Once again, the universe has proven...

...that anything you can do,

I can do better.

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Currently listening to: Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter.

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I can't take my mind off of you,

I can't take my mind...

My mind...

My mind...

Till I find somebody new.

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--build it, then kill it.

You are worth waiting a lifetime for.

And I would, if you asked.

Ohmyfuckinggoodgod; I miss you, so fucking much.

Especially now, seeing Sveta at the AO.

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I'm halfway through World Issues homework.

And haven't even gotten my 20 datum (hah) for MDM yet.

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My parents went out for dinner.

Therefore, I was stuck home alone, without food.

About 15 minutes into my lonliness (and homework), I got a call.

Hernandez: Yo.

Me: Hi, you.

Hernandez: What's up?

Me: I'm home alone, and have no food.

Hernandez: Want me to come over?

Me: Only if you bring food.

Hernandez: Go like this; fo' sho'.

Me: Um, fer shureee.

Hernandez: Weirdo. Why you gotta be like that?

.

And Hernandez brought me Chinese fried noodles.

Sigh.

Perfection.

The noodles, I mean.

:)

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Currently listening to: Rachael Yamagata - Elephants.

.

If the elephants have past lives,

Yet are destined to always remember,

It's no wonder how they scream,

Like you and I, they must have some temper.

And I am dreaming of them on the plains,

Dirtying up their beds,

Watching for some kind of rain;

To cool their hot heads.

And how dare that you send me that card,

When I'm doing all that I can do,

You are forcing me to remember,

When all I want is to just forget you.

If the tiger shall protect her young,

Then tell me how did you slip by,

All my instincts have failed me for once;

I must have somehow slept the whole night.

And I am dreaming of them with their kill,

Tearing it all apart,

Blood dripping from their lips,

And teeth sinking into hearts.

And how dare that you say you will call,

When you know I need some peace of mind,

If you had to take sides with the animals,

Won't you do it with one who is kind?

If the hawks in the trees need the dead,

If you're living you don't stand a chance,

You can lie there and say you are fed,

But there are only two ends to this dance.

You can flee with your wounds just in time,

Or lie there as he feeds,

Watching yourself ripped to shreds,

And laughing as you bleed.

So for those of you falling in love,

Keep it kind, keep it good, keep it right,

Throw yourself in the midst of danger,

But keep one eye open at night.

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I usually post one verse, but I couldn't decide which to go with.

It's just so... lyrically perfect.

Kudos, Rachael. :)

--this boy. :)

NICK: Like this. You play along, okay?
STEPH: Um, okay.
NICK: Hey, dude.
STEPH: Yeah?
NICK: You dropped something over there.
STEPH: Where?
NICK: THERE!
STEPH: Uh, okaaaay. *looks around* What did I drop?
NICK: My jaw!
STEPH: *stares weirdly at her cousin*
NICK: See? Foolproof.
STEPH: Bwahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Ahahahahahahahahahaha. HAAAAAAHAHAHA.
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Sigh.
Nick, Nick.
I love you, so damn much. :)

--tomorrow, I'll miss you.

Okay, I'm a fan of elevators.

How can you not love them?

They're easy to use,

they actually are useful,

and...

Sometimes, they even have hotties in there. :)

(Oh, and Sabrina, I think I got the wrong guy, apologies. Mine's much cuter. :P)

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Anyway, I've been meeting new people, and it's great.

I totally lovelovelove Pre-U.

I've met this guy called Cedric (or Voldemort), who kept waving his dictionary in my face.

I've met another guy, Alwy, from Indonesia.

And Matt, who looks like Shi Zun (SHI ZUN, I MISS YOU).

Also a couple of other fun people.

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So, this is what my lepak group at the CIMP program is like:

Helen; needs to introduction. Ask her to write her own.

Sarosh; Pakistani, huge, mom says he's handsome.

Shakilone; also known as Add-Math, and Ravi. Opinionated, but I like him.

Sabrina; who's Indian Inside (heh, geddit?). She speaks Tamil, which makes Helen and I feel stupid. But she is AWESOME.

Keith; huge, Canadian, makes me feel tiny. He's in my MDM class.

.

This is long overdue, but...

I like you a lot, think you're really hot.

We'll let Helen be the judge of your fingers, eyh?
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And I'm currently listening to: All My Loving - Amy Winehouse.

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Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,

Tomorrow I'll miss you,

Remember I'll always be true,

And then while I'm away,

I'll write home every day,

And I'll send all my loving to you.

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--by your side, indefinitely.

Fuck the fame.

Fuck the money.
Fuck the fortune.
.
I want my love to take root inside your heart.
I'm waiting for you, with my soul unravelled.

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I miss; so fucking much.

---
Anyway. Classes have started, officially.

I'm actually getting the hang of the whole place; at the very least, I can find my classes.

Then again, I've always had that GPS built into my head.

.

Last week, I didn't get into the English 4U program that I wanted.
Instead, I got into the English 4C one.

Today, my 4C lecturer told me that I should consider 4U.

If you'd asked me a week ago, I'd have said yes;

now, I'm not so sure.

But, like Helen's dad says, it's good to be able to make that choice.

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In World Issues, I spoke about Cadbury; as the thing I value the most.

My boy. <3

Most everyone else spoke about family.

Helen chose hands.

One other guy did music.

If I were to choose music, I'd've said, Melissa Etheridge.

Other kids grew up with the Barney Soundtrack.

Well, hah.

I grew up with Melissa Etheridge, kd lang, Joan Jett.

And they wonder why I hate hip-hop. :)

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And Maths of Data Management was well, Math.

Yup, that's it.

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And I'm trying out a new style of blogging.

Thoughts?

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Oh, and I'm currently loving Chris Pureka very, very much.

That's the link to Come Back Home, a must-listen.

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I've got walls, I've got wings,

I am ready for the fire,

I've got trust in nothing,

See I lost it by and by,

But I've got something shining somewhere,

Honey I dream on the sly,

Won't you come back home?

Won't you come back home?

.

Okay, I'm tired, so.

No words.

No talk.

I'm going dreaming.

--sunway, day four.

Cigarette Man: "You're Abu Bakar."

Sarosh: "No, I'm Sarosh."

Cigarette Man: "You sure you don't want to be Abu Bakar?"

-

Cigarette Man: "So, you would be Sarosh."

Sarosh: "What do you mean, you would be Sarosh? I am Sarosh!"

Cigarette Man: "Don't confuse me."

-

And Sarosh came downstairs and told us. We laughed our asses off.

Dude.

He's Sarosh.

Is that so damn hard to pronounce?!

Say it with me - Sa-rosh.

See?

Easy. :)

-

Currently listening to: Aimee Mann - She Really Wants You.

Oh, and Sulekha?

If I see her, I'll punch her. :)