Luv em bunches n bunches~
Thursday, 23 August 2007
Teacher's Transformational Workshop
Luv em bunches n bunches~
In coma
Partner, stay strong... I need you.
Do not walk into the tunnel of eternal darkness.
Come back to the litted side.
I will do anything to resuscitate you.
Even if it means flashing my butt.
To navigate you through this arduous passage.
Don't start telling me what epitaph you want,
because I refuse to give up
so you must not too.
love, your master spunkz
Tuesday, 21 August 2007
Exam Blots 3
Guzzling down a considerable amount of water that time didn't help me much. The heavy parchness sitting on the throat just could not be soothed, what more the hoarse internal system within. My head lolled to a side, a part of me wanting to sleep the weak feeling away and another part vehemently saying the paper's doomed if i really did that.
Some long long time later, I finally managed to shake away some of that annoying feeling and did whatever I could do. Feeble attempt it may be, but I did my best. Really dun like it wen things like that happen during exams. I foresee my CGPA's not gonna look so good. Sien nya...
I saw AK-47 again today. Why do I get to see cute guys when I'm not in the mood to ogle at all anyway? Must be some conspiracy theory.. hrrmmph. dun care la. tak larat dy. need to rest a while before the next battle begins. In 15 minute more minutes, teh fly n the stickx will be facing their physics paper. the spunkz shall wish them good luck and bid the rest cheerio.
spunkz.feels.so.dead.
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UpDaTeD:
spunkz.memory.system.crashing.
uhh oh.....
why am I so penat until cannot think?
i am afraid. very afraid. now.
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come.back.soon.i.miss.you.
Monday, 20 August 2007
Exam blots 2
Smorgasbord of feeling thrashing inside now, dunno which is which. I'm neither happy nor sad.
Just wishing dearly KS Quah will be merciful in his markings and spare me a supp paper. Bless his dear soul if he does. God, grant him a beautiful girlfriend who listens to his whims and carries out all his instructions if he does.
Curious. Do friends share telepathy? I think mine can sense my fallen aura from afar. Lil hubz shot me a msg when I was embroiled with all those weird thoughts. Hmm.. he's always acted like my protector since last time, even though he's younger. Chetty and bonobo also does that to me sometimes too. Guess that's what they call bonds. darn, starting to miss the pack ady.
I need moolah. Maybe I should seriously consider writing that essay. Who knows I might get lucky. Yea... I wish...
I.want.a.hug.from.you.
Sunday, 19 August 2007
Down in the dumps
Penalty 100 ringgit for forgetting to do the online course selection.
I hope I sail pass marketing tomorrow. I duwan my mom to fork out another sum if i have to do sub. And marketing is ..... fugging hard to pass. I need another fugging 20 marks to pass. If other papers, no worries. This is marketing. This is Mr Quah. This is the guy who gives 1/4 marks. Confidence kaput. Money kaput.
I am severely down in the dumps now.
Save the Yayas..
... sea breeze smell and taste
Japanese food. I get nostalgic thinking about it. Missing the days when all my 3 meals comprised of this ancient old cuisine. I believe Japanese food do contribute to better skin. I used to have really bad skin conditions, still do sometimes. After working in that Japanese fast food restaurant and taking most my meals there, my skin changed for the better. Did not realize it till family members and friends pointed it out.
Being the cynic, I made plenty of deductions. And slowly crossed them off my list. Working condition was out, since I was always alternating between the hot and stuffy kitchen and the icy cold restaurant. Having regular sleeping hours was out too, because I finished work usually around 11+. Sleeping time would most certainly be after 12. And hell have i got to go for class or work again in the early morn. Stress-free environment? You wish.. consider a day lucky if one does not get harried by the pesky customers or get yelled by that brute of a manager.
That pretty much leaves diet only. My sis was saying it could be the green tea. Sceptical. Because I hardly down much of the green liquid there. Used to drink the antioxidant-rich tea in bulk more before I worked there. Hence again, it boils down to the food. Plenty of fish and seafood, tofu, soybean paste soup (miso shiru), toasted nori.. most virtually oil-less unless you asked for the tempura or those agemono (e.g fried chicken nuggets, soft shell crabs) stuff.
Foods that I'm craving for now:
- Toasted nori (Yea, I could eat it plain. Or like Khan and Kasher taught me, make miniature hand rolls with it with whatever ingredients we could lay our hands on. Awesome combination with choo-choo-ber, tamago, tori karaage, ebi fry, ebi ten, kanikama or kanitama whichever rocks your boat, and a generous dollop of mayo. Chel loves the nori deep fried in batter or batter with breadcrumbs & dipped in the tempura sauce. It's a must have for me, if I work. Rich iodine source.)
- Agedashi tofu (Even though deep fried, the tofu has the lightest batter texture and hardly reeks of oil. Love the ginger and daikon gratings that accompanies the tempura sauce. Out of convenience, I skip the frying part and have the tofu cold. Oiishi~ So protein-licious)
- Salmon. (Raw and smoked. Love the smoky bits. It's easier for me to get hold of the raw ones though. It's my ritual to gobble down a few pieces of the freshly sliced raw salmon when Mak Yam the senior cook expertly cuts the newly arrived fish. Shoyu & wasabi dip makes it heavenly. Omega 3 & 6 saturated brain food.)
- Those seasoned seafood like jellyfish, scallops and baby octopus. (My chuka chinmi, chuka kurage and chuka sth i forgot. Oozes with succulence & crunchy to the bite. Packs healthy doses of zinc and magnesium.)
- Edamame. (the blanched beans in pods that everyone so love. It's filling, yummy & fun to eat. Protein rich source.)
- Gari. (lovely pickled ginger in blushing pink that tickles the tastebuds & clears the system. tangy and refreshing!)
spunkz stomach's been growling furiously ever since she was thinking about these out-of-reach foods, while typing this post and most possibly after this too. Apologies if this post ends too abruptly.
Saturday, 18 August 2007
belated posting
Next up, the aftermath.
Still waiting for that picture from kimmy, the kaya maker.
Not the one with the flower. That's the sexy fly.
Kimmy's the hawt one in coral. :)
And here's one for cass and her bass player. :)
Starry starry night... *the song echoes in the background*
Friday, 17 August 2007
Exam Blots 1
Time is getting limited.
That's where the excitement is.
I love the adrenalin rush.
Or perhaps it's the java.
Thursday, 16 August 2007
after so long i've abstained from it,
fuggy.
exam's a bore,
studying's a chore.
stupid thoughts getting more,
and THAT i certainly don't adore.
Arrff, can't i be normal?
I hate getting emotional,
i'm not even near hormonal,
this just drives me suicidal.
fuggy. again.
ggrrrhh..
compos mentis? NOT at all. I'd say deranged is a better word. but, it sure makes me sound like a mad dog.
wokAY. stoopid pissy fit begone now that spunkz have ranted.
Sunday, 12 August 2007
I write, therefore I am
The quill that I wield is the channel which my joys, sorrows, moroseness, any other emotions and certain intricate intangible orbs in life known as thoughts get to be put down into the tangible form. I can wield the quill with no apprehension, as compared to conducting a scientific experiment.
I feel alive with my renewed passion, no longer having to fight those claustrophobic feelings of being confined to a small space. The space in referral to the path which I'm currently treading on. I do not hate my choice. I just happen to love something else more, something that I've only come to terms with of late.
Upon myself I hope to bestow further courage to explore the unexplored side I've never known myself to be.. the part which I've hidden all these years within the depths of these human folds... I wish to find out my true self, my true identity. Not mirroring those that I've ripped off from others by being a chameleon for survival sake..
Boys for adoption
Me: Hey, they're rather cute and lively. especially TJ.
BBB: Yea.. they are. *smiles as a proud teacher*
Me: i don't mind not giving birth and adopt them.
BBB: Erm.. they have parents. Remember?
Me: Oh... yea. I forgot
BBB: Besides, when they grow up, they'll act older than us.
Me: oH.. that too.
Saturday, 11 August 2007
Of phrases..
I believe I've uttered these 2 words for almost a week now. I'm a nincompoop.
Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem (Catullus)
*sigh* No matter how secondary i often feel. I chose the path, I will walk it through.
Negarakuku creator backlash
I'm pretty glad certain quarters have backed him up, albeit in a subtle way, proving not all Malaysians are soggy-brained enough to believe that he can incite a major race clash ala Lord of The Rings war through the video. Duh..
PS/ CIJ Malaysia (Centre for Independent Journalism) take on this issue
One comment that got me laughing was a contribution by an honest annonymous writer:
"All that guy is guilty of is saying in public what every Chinese household says in private."
Ahhh... toucy, touchy, sensitive, sensitive.. but it is always good to laugh at our ownselves kan? :) A certain bumiputra contributor caught me by surprise by not joining his counterparts in condemning the bloke in his 'distasteful' creation, but instead called out to the government to abolish the bumiputra rights to prove their mettle. Wow, I'm impressed.
Some comments were certainly running high in emotions, making them sound like 5-year-old kiddies saying I duwanna fren u coz u took my crayon and im gonna tell my mommy sorta thingy. Erm, even if you felt insulted, you do not curse people's family to get hauled by the ISA and curse the person to be exiled and threaten to kill the person when he returns.. It somewhat belittles your mental maturity.. or rather, reflects it.
To read more about these comments, you can check out "Negarakuku" debacle on The Cicak.
Wednesday, 8 August 2007
Brief update
Today, i kena commented i put on weight dy by queenz. *lightning strikes and thunder rumbles*
According to kayu, that's one of the worst things a woman gets to hear... from another woman. Jialat.. i must start to diet already.
Even though I know I'm not exactly that faaatt, dieting has always been a comforting thought which will eventually boost my self-esteem when result shows. Puh-leeze do not follow my actions because I'm seriously a very bad example. A woman resorts to a fix of stupidness at times even when she knows her brains matter more than her body.
kayu promised a round of La Manila's tomorrow and I'm contemplating now... food, figure.. sinful food, horrid figure..
Heck, I'm going with the food.
After all, I'm not aiming to be that ditsy blonde thinking about her beauty all day long. Because I know I'm beautiful deep down inside.
haha... perasan.
Thursday, 2 August 2007
yaya
I have a big head and lil arms...
And I wanna be a flower fair-weeee..
Innit pwetty?
Beautiful in my eyes
Me: MUmMY, i wanna measure my bp too!! i want! i want!
Mum: Bising lar... for what? Faster la if u want
Me: Yay! This is so fun!
Mum: Siow kia
Spunkz bp was 110 over 59. Normal low, mum said.
Penyibuk 1: I also wanna measure leh... pain onot?
Mummy halfway strapping penyibuk's hand to the gadget..
Me: *in mock horror* Very pain ahhh!!! Like the time u pierced your ears!
Penyibuk 1: Hah... really ah??!! I dun want ady!! *screams*
Me: *snickers with Penyibuk 2 as both remembered how Penyibuk 1 bawled in the mall during her virgin ear piercing event*
Mum: Too late..
Kwa kwa kwa.....
Scream heard a few minutes later...
No, bp taking is NOT painful at all. Penyibuk 1 always over-reacts. Don't ask me why.
Sharing a wee bit about spunky's dysfunctional family:
Mother of spunkz:
- always constipated
- has a fake laugh on phone (esp with friends)
- likes to act like a small kid nowadays but is CUTE
- silent farter
- as my sisters puts it in teen lingo, "pok" ("fai" in Cantonese, "fei" in Mandarin, "crappy" in English)
Sisters of spunkz:
Evie (Penyibuk 2)
- 17 yr old camwhore
- and has a certain weird look for her camwhore moments *penyibuk 1 agrees*
- emmm.... she calls that her cute look
- recently scored an A in her physics paper which is a FIRST in history and she herself still can't believe because she had never passed the paper in the past. Congrats anywayz
Vinny (Penyibuk 1)
- loves to camwhore too but is afraid to let ppl see the pics (secret divulged by penyibuk 2)
- is freaking skinny like your typical Indian marathon runner (no pun intended yea..) in school with stick like limbs
- .... and still complains she is FAT *shoots scathing look*
Despite all these, they are all beautiful in my eyes.. hahaha..
Wednesday, 1 August 2007
library makes me wanna...
poo poo
spunkz went to the Sultan Abdul Samad library in UPM in dire, dispirited mood. The journey took forever.. at least, i thought so. We waited for that only bus (416) to reach UPM under the sweltering sun in utmost long-ness. Later on, it took its own sweet time trundling along the frigging winding roads to the campus. I was so lethargic by the time we finally reached that god-forsaken place.
Unfortunately for us, the trip yielded nuts. Me and poor tired Kae Shin came back empty-handed. *pouts* But luckily for Chin Yin, she managed to dug out some info. Good for the lassie.
During the trip, I suddenly had a burning urge to poo poo once we started sourcing for the materials. But I tahan and kepit, vehemently telling myself.
"must find book... must find book...poo poo can wait after finding book.."
Celaka sial. Tahan until so kang kor also find nothing that could be of use to us. *shakes fist*
As a matter of fact, we could only go to the general research area and nowhere else. Our attempt to snuck into the special collection room was thwarted by that beady-eyed admin guy at the counter who told us we needed a special pass. Later on, Kae Shin's attempt to slip into the journal room also went down the drain when the guard asked for her student pass. Suey sial...
one word to describe this trip.
cacat-ed
random
your hands are so soft and smooth.
god gave me small breasts. this is to make up for it.
great, this way i can touch you without people staring.
doesn't that sound pathetic?
no need protection, no need bra.
wa... so small to that extent mer....
i'm talking about your hands la.