I’ve not stepped in my college’s computer lab ever since the first semester.. that’s like, a year ago. Here I am, back in college. Nope, classes haven’t commenced yet, not until next Monday. Orientation for the freshies starts today.. yeh, fresh meat. Muahaha.

Was here earlier to promote the Music Society of my college to the freshmen, to lure them to join and sign up as members. Looks like I gotta come back tomorrow too, but memang I want to, because tomorrow we get to know our juniors! And the day after tomorrow is Society Day, where there’ll be booths of all the societies in the college, and freshies can go ’round visiting to see which society or club they want to join. And again, I’ll have to come to college to help out.

If I had the LRT monthly pass, I wouldn’t be dreading so much.. ahhaa. A return ticket to Taman Melati costs RM5. I’m gonna be dead broke soon, forking out RM40 for transport until the end of May. Can’t wait for June.. I so need the pass.

Waiting for time to pass.. Amanda’s out somewhere in the campus. I shall be staying in here, enjoying the aircond until she gives me a missed call.

I watched The DaVinci Code last Saturday with Teeyee and Yenteng. Thanks Guats for helping us to buy the tickets! =) Front row was straining.. I found that it was more comfortable looking at the motifs on the carpet in front of me than to stare at the screen. Even reading subtitles or any text splashed on the screen was a killer. Anyways, I fell asleep during the movie. >.< Not enough sleep the night before. I’ll prolly watch again. I didn’t think it was really fantastic, (well, maybe due to my lethargy..) it gets rather confusing after a while (maybe it IS because of my lethargy).

Web Messenger is working.. YAY! Hardly loads when the whole lab is full. But it’s not really full today, maybe it’s because classes haven’t start yet. Jon keeps disconnecting after a few sentences, his wifi connection was unstable. That was the last thing he typed before disappearing again. Heheh.

Thought I’d sms my mum to wish her Happy Mother’s Day, cuz she was in Ipoh since Sunday morning and won’t be coming home until today. I didn’t manage to see her yesterday, cuz she left before I came back from church camp in Gohtong Jaya.

“ma, happy mother’s day. miss you at home.. take care. c u tomoro.”

“tq close the door n gate ya.”

=.=”

I was in KL with Jeannie and Cheffrost last Thursday. We came across this stall which had the sign ‘Henna Tattoo’ on its necklace and choker stand, which got Jean and I excited. Cheffrost, of course, gave the raised eyebrow look. Actually I’ve been silently craving for another henna tattoo for the past few days, and was thinking of checking out the shaded walkway between KL Sentral Putra LRT station and the Monorail station, since Wesak Day is ’round the corner. Maybe, just maybe, there’d be a booth or two offering henna body art service.

The last time I had my henna tattoo was previous year’s Deepavali eve. There was a huge bazaar, with rows of stalls selling clothes, jewellery, food, and loud Hindi music was blaring through the speakers. The whole makeshift centre was packed with Indians, most of them doing last minute shopping. Wading through the crowd, I looked around to see if there was anything nice and interesting to buy. I’d probably looked like a white chocolate chip in a pool of chocolate. hehe!

There were a few stalls which had henna artists, but they were already drawing for customers. Walking on further, I came across one which was ‘vacant’. As i sat myself on the plastic stool I asked her how much it would cost. She answered, “RM 5.” I thought, that’s reasonable. I stretched out my hand, and she held it steady with her left hand as she carefully squeezed brown paste out of the tip of a piping bag with her right. Donned in sari, she drew with fluent movements a floral design on the back of my hand.

At Pasar Seni, it costed double the price – RM10. Not surprising, since Pasar Seni is a tourists’ spot. Jean and I decided that we’d go shopping first, and when it’s time to head home, we’d drop by at Pasar Seni again to get our henna tattoo.

By the time we came out of Popular bookstore, it was already raining cats and dogs. I forgot to bring my umbrella. Call us crazy or obssessed, cuz we were still determined to get our henna tattoo despite running across the busy road under the heavy rain to get to Pasar Seni! Jean requested three plastic bags from the cashier so that we could cover our hair. Remember Orked and Jason in the movie Sepet when they were sitting at the abandoned bus stop? It’s just that ours were white. =D

After crossing one road, Jean gave up. She said she didn’t care if her hair got wet anyway. She was more concerned about her stuff she bought, and my wrapping papers. So the thoughtful girl removed her ‘head covering’ and covered my rolled-up wrapping papers instead. As we were running across Jalan Hang Lekiu, mine flew off from my head. =p

We were drenched when we arrived Pasar Seni. A rather cute gentleman who happened to be at the side entrance of the building saw us running towards it, and was so sweet to open the door for us. =) I think he’s a tourist. Asian.

Finally, the henna stall! The lady had a portfolio of designs. She had a log book of floral and geometrical and tribal designs and photographs of her past completed artwork on customers for us to choose from. That got me inspired to start my own collection of designs. I already have two! =)

The artist was apprehensive when she drew on Jean’s hand. When she drew a little, and then wiped everything off and started again, I started to doubt. I was comparing her to the lady at KL Sentral last year, and the one in KL Sentral did so much better and faster than this one. But when it was my turn, she was more confident. Jean also noticed that she drew faster and more confidently too. I guess she needed time to warm up first. =)

The next challenge: How to get out of Pasar Seni without wetting and damaging the designs on our freshly-graffiti’d hands.

Solution: Face our palms upwards.

Which did not work very well, when rainwater trickled down from my palm to the back of my hand. In the train I tried to dab most of the water off the henna paste. The musky smell of henna drove the passenger who sat beside me to get up and walk towards the other end of the carriage.. whoops. =s

Back in my house, we were soaked to the bone. Jean and I dried our hands using hairdryers. She used my mum’s, I used my sister’s. I don’t own one cuz I prefer to dry my hair naturally. Then we had a nice catch-up time over hot Van Houten cocoa and marshmallows and fried spring rolls we bought from the makcik at the LRT station, as we peeled the cracked henna paste from our hands.

It was a nice time of getting lost in Petaling Street area. =p I am still not very familiar with the location of shops yet. There was this time I wanted to bring Ju to a gift shop, ended up walking one whole round just to get there when we could’ve taken a much shorter route. however, I find it exciting and mysterious, as though the shops disappeared when I want to find them (of course, I was looking for them at the wrong places). I wonder if I’d be bored with it once I’m very familiar with Petaling Street.

How do you fall in love
With someone miles away
Someone you haven’t met
That maybe fate will bring
together, one day.

Or maybe never, the cynic says.

Could you just be a step forward,
or could you be the one?
See what I’ve just done,
forgotten what you’ve said
about not being concerned with the outcome.

I can’t help it, when my heart pines
for love and to be loved
Yet my head rationalizes everything,
I swear I’ll live alone, dead

I should’ve stopped thinking,
and live
But I can’t, I’m doomed to heave
my burdens of thought
Instead of celebrating being alive.
Why do I keep killing my spirit?
I want to love, despite all else
Too many obstacles
Too many barriers
Which road do I take?

How do you fall in love
With someone miles away
Someone you haven’t met,
Do you believe in fate?
Will fate take me the right way?

taken from Midnite Lily with permission.

Life is like a piano… what you get out of it depends on how you play it.

Currently at loss for words, I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. This one was taken at St Peter’s Church in Bangsar (click here for a picture of the altar I took!) during our TCS Refugee: Images rehearsal when Elvi and Jason were practising their duet. Everyone loved the song.. Sue Yee said it was Disney-like. I took two videos of them singing it, but they won’t be up yet. I was worried about copyright infringement thingy but Erna doesn’t think so. The videos could serve to promote the musical. =p

It’s almost 5am. What’s with me and sleeping late/early in the morning..

Yay!! Waiyee has a new header!! I feel so.. accomplished. Muahaha.. Bentay named my link as that piece of art. I thought, that’s kewl. Since I love art and I am God’s masterpiece, just like you. Err okay, that made us sound.. un-special. Oh well. I’m happie! =) But I think it’s a little short width-wise.. I dunno. My first header. If there are any ways I can improve you can let me know in a nice way. Don’t kutuk! ><

As I was designing the header, I couldn’t help but automatically think of that overused phrase “a piece of sh*t“. Is this a conspiracy? *eyes cyber surroundings suspiciously*

There’s my journal that Jeannie and Joycelin gave last Christmas where I pen down things that are worth writing about, my twister – pen and mechanical pencil in one – which really is convenient tool, OHP pen – usually my emergency companions for camps when we need to scribble lyrics on transparencies, also comes in handy for graffiti walls, shawl, handphone and the beaded necklace I made.

Time for bed! It’s almost five-thirty.

Remake: These were the pictures I took (except for the foodfight) which were chosen to be published. Clockwise from top left: Mickey Pan Mee; Mamak trio; Anna‘s Mango Snowy; Amanda‘s Cheese Chicken Chop at BRJ; Josh and I fighting over chicken pieces – I was recognised by readers by my watch.. -_-”; my chocolate ice-cream shake which wasn’t chocolatey enough.

These pictures bring back so much memories of the day we went food hunting for R.AGE food review article. The review was nothing to shout about; it wasn’t a proper article at all. Anyone could do it. We were asked to list out, that’s all. But we did more than that. We appointed ourselves food critics. =D

But it sure is thrilling to see your name at the byline!

There was so much to eat, so much to taste. We listed down the hotspots that the students of my campus love to hang out in. Yours truly had an ulcer in her mouth when she was supposed to go ’round Wangsa Maju tasting food. Ironic? I don’t know.

I wish we get R.AGE in our home subscriptions. I know of some colleges which distribute free The Star newspapers, but not in mine. Or maybe they do, it’s just that I don’t know about it. =p

Mum recycled by copy of R.AGE by accident. She thought it wasn’t the one that I was gonna frame. =.= Sweet Jo‘s gonna lend me hers! =D Thanks! I’d prolly.. um.. photostat? Or scan or take pictures of it whatever.. just as long as I get to see it again!

Other exclusive pictures which didn’t appear in the newspaper:

Yeah Right: Peiling hard at work on Anna’s PDA. =p Came out with two rather accurate masterpiece.

Dig In: Anna and her French toast; a contemporary deco at a Chinese cafe; Ling’s cheese pork chop rice.

I hope I didn’t steal too much of your bandwidth and make you drool at the sight of the scrumptious food! =p

You should never read smses when you’re in the middle of your sleep, because you’d squint at the bright LCD screen, read the smses in a hurry because the brightness is killin’ u, and if the sms does not seem important at that time u read it, you’d delete it. And when u wake up in the morning, you can’t figure out the content of it, and also you can’t recall who the sender was.

Well, that’s my case la.. but still, I love to wake up in the middle of the night (not on purpose, of course..) and find my handphone emitting blue light.. that means I either have missed calls or smses.

I remember I had two missed calls from the same guy, and three smses from three different people, all at 9pm. I think I deleted one of them. And I still can’t remember what I deleted! >< Oh yeah, I slept at 8pm, was really tired after three cups of Nescafe, one yesterday and two the day before. =p

I’ll be back! It’s a beautiful morning.. how often do I wake up this early to hear the birds chirp and to watch the first rays of the sun. =)

I’m freeeeee!! Free to do anything I want.. until Saturday, that is. My last paper, Mass Media and Society will be on this coming Saturday. So, I’ll just rest today, I just got back from my Translation paper anyways.

I can choose to work with beads (my passion for them has rekindled ever since I wore a beaded necklace my friend gave, and was inspired to make another one identical to it), jog to increase my stamina, or return my overdue library book and Maroon 5 CD. Logically, going to the library would be the best thing to do, unless I want to lose more money as the days go by.

The way I handled my Translation paper just now could’ve been better. I should have tackled the theories and principles part first, then only to the practical section, which was to translate a BM passage to English, and five English sentences into BM. Instead, I did the latter first, and left 30 minutes to answer the theory part. How I scribbled and wrote furiously as the invigilator announced that we had 5 minutes left, and I wasn’t even halfway done! My Stabilo blue pen literally flew to the next row; I turned towards the invigilator and gave him my best sheepish grin as he picked it up for me. Whoops. I was scratching my head frantically with it, you see.

There was a tendency to wander to other parts of the dictionary (yes, we were allowed to use dictionaries for Translation).. like, you were supposed to look for the meaning of a particular word, and suddenly another word on the same page caught your eye and you read on, then suddenly you’ll find yourself looking at other words but the one you were supposed to. Somewhat eeevhul.. lures you away from your objective. Lol..

Will tell you more about the launch of Phases Online after I get my pictures from Jeff.. my SD card was full, so I had to load everything into his laptop when we were at Bentay’s house playing Pictionary.

I always thought that, as you grow older, the more unlikely you’re going to get infatuations. Looks like, I am wrong.

In a nutshell, he knows about it. And I have nowhere to hide my face, nowhere to dig a hole in the ground and plant my head in.. I just want to put an end to it. Just stop liking him. Full stop. I just want to get out of this messy fix, or else, working with him is going to be terribly difficult, with him avoiding me and all. Yeah, he hasn’t been talking to me. It’s really frustrating.

Sorta sounds childish eh? And we all know there’s no short way to put an end to infatuations. I guess it will just wait for time to die off.

I don’t know if he reads my blog.. but from what I see, he doesn’t really care much about me anymore. Back then when we first knew each other, everything was normal. We joked and laughed carefreely. Then suddenly, things started to get tensed. It’s amazing how infatuations can just change a friendship.

In short, I’m tired of it already. I’m tired of the silent treatment he’s giving me and chattering happily with another girl whom he quite obviously likes. I want out.

My semester finals start today with Translation. For the past week, I thought I was gonna sit for Mass Media and Society until I consulted my timetable again yesterday afternoon. Thank God I realised early.