Hey peeps. My browser at home is fucked up, for some reason my blog doesn't load, but every other blog and website in the universe does. How messed-up is that. So I'm at the slow, irritating HELP computer lab blogging again.

Last Fri went to Lumut, drove down with Dennis, Tasha & Eju and Sham, Venil, and Kevin came later at night by bus. For those who don't know where Lumut is, it's off Pangkor Island. You can get to Pangkor in 30 minutes by ferry from Lumut. We stayed at this Swiss-Garden Damai Laut Resort, it's absolutely beautiful and secluded. It took at least half an hr to drive anywhere with civilization. It was so much fun just swimming in the pool and the beach durin the day and drinking and clubbing in the room at night. I wore a bikini, hehehe. Just had to say that. My only regret is that it was only for 3 days. We actually woke up at 8 a.m to go swimming cause we didn't wanna waste the day, that never happens at home, haha. It was a great vacation and I'm so glad we made the effort to plan it. Can't wait for the next one!

It's that time in my life where I realize I haven't been paying attention to my studies and finals will be here before I know it. This happens every semester. Why am I such a slacker? It seems to be one of the things that I cannot cure, no matter how many times it happens. Guess its just me. Speaking of being me, I never thought I would find someone who is just as weird yet normal, just as complicating yet simple, just as carefree yet serious as me. But I did. Someone who I just click with, connect with, and know what he is saying before he says it. Someone who I can talk to about, well, everything under the sun and I know he won't judge me or criticize me or counter-attack me. He entered my life out of nowhere and I can't thank anyone else but Fate for letting it happen.

While I'm on cloud 9, another cloud is hanging over my head, I had to hurt someone although it was for his own good, and I pray that this will not come back to me [you know..karma. Refer to one of my earlier blog entries]. But I feel that I have done the right thing, cause there is no point living a lie, there is no point when you have to convince yourself, there is no point jumping into something when you are not 100% sure. That doesn't stop me from feeling like a rat though. Sigh.

Okay, emo-time is over. See you'll soon. Btw, I know there r people who actually read my blog cause they will tell me about when they see me or when I chat with them on MSN, so for God's sake, PLEASE COMMENT! That's what I put the tag-board in for. Adios!

Am at the computer lab again...these days I really hate being in college, compared to a year ago durin my first sem where everyday was fun. What happened to everyone? Honestly I don't know how I'm gonna survive 2 more yrs before I can transfer overseas..I just can't wait to get out this freakin' country. Been hangin out alot with a friend who studies in the U.S [he's back on break now] and he's been tellin me loads of interesting stories about life over there...it sounds so much better...of course I'm gonna miss the mamak stalls, my friends, and my family but if there's a chance for me to leave this dump, I'll seize the opportunity. I'm the kind of person who just can't be in a rut [I'm a Gemini, what do you expect] and recently life has been gettin boring..I'm lackin the usual drama which I thrive on, but while life is peaceful, I need a change. Hopefully that's coming soon.

On a different note. What I actually wanted to blog about today was the stupidity of girls in this modern age. You can't blame females for being naiive back in the 1800's, but today we are educated and we are exposed to everything so we have no excuse for being a bimbo. Take Paris Hilton for an example. She is living proof of what is wrong with females today. There is nothing wrong with wanting to look good, I'm all for that. I don't believe that you have to look frumpy in order to get respect. But come on. How is dressing like a whore and acting stupid on purpose on shows like 'The Simple Life' gonna get you respect? How do you expect younger girls to look up to you? What's more is she has absolutely no talent. She made herself famous by filming a pornographic video of herself and showing it to the world. Then she tried 'acting'. Now she's decided to sing. Oh Lord! Get a grip. Why not use all the money you have for a good cause? A woman to truly respect is Angelina Jolie. She looks amazing, and she uses her money for doing good in the world. Now she is a Real Woman. We don't have to go as far as actresses [or wanna-be actresses, in the case of Paris Hilton]. All we have to do is look around we see girls who wear the shortest of skirts and a ton of make-up to college and they think they're all that. They treat people like trash and they think the world revolves around them and that everything is gonna be handed to them on a silver platter. Grow up, girls. Snap out of it. This is reality. Respect is not bought or given, it's earned. Make our foremothers who fought so hard for equal rights and feminism proud instead of making youselves cheap and stupid.

I shall stop my rant now although I have much more to say. For additional info listen to 'Stupid Girls' by Pink. I will leave you'll with one last word : GIRLPOWER!


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Angelina Jolie, Superwoman


Paris Hilton, Bimbo of the Century

My Dosha is Vata

Creative and restless, you take in all of life's pleasures (maybe a little too much!).You're quick witted and very talkative, but you also tend to have a spotty memory.You tend to get very into ideas, people, and lifestyles... but only for a short time.It's difficult to hold your attention, and you sometimes feel with what life has to offer. With friends: You are very uncomfortable in new situations or with new people In love: You fall in and out of love very easily To achieve more balance: Live in a warm climate and spend some quiet time in nature

What's Your Dosha?

Helloz...I'm at the computer lab in college and the computers here r freakin slow. Anyway it's been quite a while since I last blogged...probably because nothing interesting has been happening. Last weekend was good and bad...bad because Brazil lost, how could they?? I don't know where to put my face now...all this while I've been bragging that Brazil is the best team and that they are gonna win the title again..of course they let me down. Arrgh. Now I honestly dunt care who wins...I hate all the teams left..but Germany's probably gonna win, better than France anyway. On Fri night I went to watch the Argentina-Germany game at H'mas and it was so packed everywhere (plus Arg lost, sigh). On Sat, went for lunch at the Curve with the girls since Ineza is back. It was fun. That night we went to Thai Club...ok I'm never gonna go there again...no offense to the Chinese people but it was so freakin lala! At least now I know how the Chinese feel when they go to Bangsar..oh well..I still had a good time, apart frm my friend (who was also my ride home) leaving me there halfway and my bag was in her car, and my house keys were in my bag, so I had to wait til my sis got home so she could open the door for me and so I reached home at like 5 a.m. Luckily my parents were asleep. Sunday was spent recovering from the hangover...hehehe.

Have not been feelin really good lately...the high I was feelin for the past couple of months is dying off and the hurt and pain seems to be resurfacing...I guess for a long time I was pushing it aside and trying to enjoy life...and while I'm still satisfied and happy with my life, memories keep rushing back. Just the smallest thing makes me take that damn trip down memory lane and I keep wondering what I could have done, what I should have done, what went wrong. Would things have worked out? I know I shouldn't be thinking about all this since I'm getting better, and so much happier now, but after a friend recently gave me a talk [a harsh one, but a good one] and knocked some sense into me about what I'm doing... I realized that maybe I owe it to myself to let it all out, to heal slowly instead of trying to move on too fast.

Anyway that's it for now. Til next time.