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Part 2 : The Sleepover & the After-effects

4:36 PM

Part 2 : The Sleepover & the After-effects

I am so behind time as usual. The sleepover was 1 week ago and I'm only blogging about it now. So bear with me people.

It was funny, comical at times, with jaw-dropping moments, and it was interesting to say the least. And it invoked a certain doctornal instincts in some of us. (hey, if they have maternal, why can't you have doctornal?)

We went from victim to victim, interrogating them carefully so as not to miss out any juicy details. The ironic part was, the supposed main star of the night fell asleep the first. But then again, she had been nursing a headache throughout the later part of the potluck, so it was rather inevitable that she was the first person to go down. Thats 1-0 to the flatliners.
We were so systematic that we tackled the ppl who were most likely to fall asleep first.
Mind you, we had previous experiences elsewhere, so we rather knew who was going to go first. =p

It was really good talking to you girls that night. It was a somewhat cathartic experience, being able to talk about everything to you all. I rather enjoyed the looks on your faces at some parts of the night. Though I must say you all have rather short memories. =p
So am I secure in guessing/hoping/saying that you will forget what was mentioned during the sleepover in a few months time? *smiles hopefully*

A few of the memorable incidents that need not be censored for public consumption :

Whenever one of us started to fall asleep, the awake ones went 'toot toot...toot toot...' you know, like the sounds those machines that show your pulse rate in the hospital makes.
And you know those machines give off that flat droning sound when a patient dies...
We went 'tooooot' when that person flatlined because she fell asleep. And we certified the time somemore. Very professionally done, horr?
And as professional doctors, we couldnt't just let the patient flatline without trying to revive them, right? It would have been going against the Hippocratic Oath, I think.
So we did the reviving part with the defibrillator. It went something like...
"Okay, 320 clear!". "Clear," came the response.
After a few seconds of silence, "Oh no, no response!"
"Okay, 360 clear!". "Clear," came the response again.
And if the defibrillation was successful, it became..

"Oh! We've got a pulse!"
Than there's a "toot toot..toot toot.." for a bit. And the patient opens her eyes and responds to us.

And if the defibrillation wasn't successful, it became...

"Oh no! She's not responding."
Than there's a long "toooooot" sound. The kind that most people don't wanna hear.
Than the dreaded words come,

"Certify. At x:xx a.m/p.m." by attending doctor, Dr. Z.

If you didn't quite understand what I typed above, go watch one of those doctor shows like E.R. or Chicago Hope or Grey's Anatomy or Scrubs or Healing Hands.
And if you understood what I said, I guess all those times I spent watching the show Healing Hands and the like didn't totally go to waste. =]

Sometime during the wee hours of the morning, Michelle got tired and lied down. And so that we knew she hadn't slept, she sent her representative, a monkey. She raised her hand with the monkey up in the air. And after a while, the monkey started to sink lower, lower and lower.And we quickly revived her and brought her away from the white light.
But the second time when monkey started to go down, we told her that if she's tired, just let monkey go down and we'll know that you have fallen asleep. Later on when we checked, she and the monkey was sleeping so peacefully that we decided to carry on without her. And that's 2-0 to the flatliners. But we did manage to revive her the 1st time though. =p

Surprisingly, Wai Ee, Sook and I managed to stay awake till 6.30am to wake Cze up as she had to leave early to go somewhere else. At 6.30, we woke Cze to hear that she wanted to get up at 7am, not 6.30. Oops, sorry Cze, wrong timing...So we stayed up till 7 to send her off.

And after that, Sook voluntarily decided to get some sleep. After a few minutes of silence, Wai Ee and I looked down and we saw Sook fast asleep. We decided not to revive her, since she said she wanted to sleep.

Wai Ee and I were the 2 last "doctors" left standing. The score was 3-2. The flatliners won, though I must say the doctors put up a valiant fight.

We both decided to see if we could stay awake till 8 just to set a record. I was already starting to feel a lil tired as I was out really early in the morning till the potluck.
I tell you, if Wai Ee and I were stuck in some cold cold place where we both don't want to sleep cause you know they say if you fall asleep in a really cold place, you'll never wake up, I think we can both survive by yakking away with each other. Haha.
At 8am, I was toying with the idea of calling it quits and catching some sleep, when Michelle woke up and injected some juicy stuff into my brain. And that really kept me awake.

Had to open the curtains and let the bright sunshine in so that Wai Ee would get out of bed and go down for breakfast.

After hearing horror stories about Wai Ee and Maggee Mee during her PD trip, Sook and I decided to do the cooking. Haha. No offence, Wai Ee, but they say prevention is better than cure. I think she wasn't running on full batteries too. When she opened the packet to pour in the noodles into the pot, she totally forgot about the curry powder inside. In went that silver packet of spices! Haha...I had to fish it out of the boiling pot with a spoon.

The girls went home at 11 and I mooched around the computer till noon and I succumbed to my brain's lack of sleep and napped for an hour before lunch. So that makes 27 hours non-stop without sleep. And that's like the longest record so far. Even in camps also I was able to catch at least an hour of sleep.

Read a book after lunch and generally lounged around as I was too weak to do anything else. Went off for a slightly longer nap at 5pm and I got woken by my dad who came back unexpectedly and found me napping at such an hour. He asked my lil bro if I was sick or something. When he found out why I was napping, I was lucky he didn't give me the usual lecture about sleeping. Decided to bring my lil bro to watch 'Open Season' at Pyramid and I was frantically calling up/internet booking tix because it was such short notice.

'Open Season' was just okay. Really not worth blowing RM11 on. If it came out 6 years ago, there might have been some hoo-ha over the animation. But now there's already Finding Nemo, Ice Age 1 & 2, Madagascar, Cars, Monsters, The Incredibles....
Their animation wasn't fantastic and everybody's doing/done the talking animals bit.
I mean, my bro and every other kid in the cinema enjoyed it, which kid wouldn't? But my dad and I weren't exactly enthralled by the show.

Not to mention there was this brat right behind us who was literally coughing at our heads. And there were parents bringing their kids in and out of the cinema to the washroom.
For heavens sake, can't you just bring your kid to the washroom before the show and let other people watch their show in peace without you and your kid walking in and out?!
And that wasn't the worst part.
The cinema was double the size of 1u GSC and it was mainly kids and parents in the cinema. The kids were really really noisy.
I don't mind if you laugh when everyone else laughs, but I really do mind if you go on and on talking to your parents or asking them some question about the movie at the top of your voice. Its okay if you want to ask your parents something in a soft voice since you might be too young to get the jokes or something, but its definitely NOT okay by me to let the whole bloody cinema know what you're asking your parents, ok.

That was my 1st and hopefully last bad experience watching an animated show in the cinema. All this while, I normally watch the animated shows on tv or I buy them at pasar malam or I borrow the DVD from my cousins or I wait till my dad goes to China then I give him a whole shopping list. =p

Anyway, I counted and realised that I was awake for 40 hours straight with the exceptions of 2 short naps. Less than 2 hours counted short nap la.

The after-effects of all that lack of sleep wasn't pleasant at all.

Woke up the next day feeling a little light-headed and weird. Had a light lunch since my bro and dad fnished off the potluck leftovers in my house for breakfast and lunch before going out.

At 4pm, I felt rather warm and I searched for the thermometer to check if I was having fever or not. After a while, I felt too dizzy so I gave up and collapsed on my bed instead.
When my dad called back to take me out to dinner with some family friends, I complained about the fever, but I insisted on popping 2 Panadols and going out because we were supposed to go to 'Tony Roma's' in Pyramid which is this international chain outlet which does the most perfect baby-backed ribs and potato skins. Due to the fact that its not-halal, the closest place to get Tony Roma's would be in Singapore or Thailand. And the last time I had Tony Roma's was last December in Bangkok, so I was like dying to eat Tony Roma's again.

My dad had to drive to PJ Hilton and then to Megamall to pick up his friend's wife. But by the time we got to Megamall, I really couldn't tahan anymore because the Panadol wasn't kicking in so I asked my dad to drop me off home en route to Pyramid. As it turns out, I made the right choice to stay home.

I woke up later feeling better and able to finish off my personal statement.
My dad came home and complained about Tony Roma's. He said there was a super-long queue. And, this is the major shocker, they didn't serve pork ribs because it was tak-halal!!!
Can you believe it, Tony Roma's is synonymous with pork ribs and they don't serve it because its bloody tak-halal!I mean, nobody's forcing the Malays to go and eat there because its non-halal. You can't eat then don't go there and eat la! Depriving us pork-eaters of our choice of food only.
I mean, what's the freaking sense and justification? You have Chinese restaurents selling 'char siu yuk' and 'char siu rice' but Tony Roma's can't or won't serve pork ribs due to certain factors that only occur in our country?
There's not much sense involved here, and the way things are currently, there doesn't seem to be much sense going around either.
I mean, a councillor just builds his freaking large mansion without license and not paying his assessment fees and we normal folks get chased to pay our assessment fees! And that fella's a Datuk somemore. What kind of example is that? And you want the common folk in the country to stop bad-mouthing Datuk's and stop believing that titled people can get away with such things? Fat chance! Though I must say that there are some really good and deserving people with the title 'Datuk'. And the ruler of the state needs to intervene before something the person in question does something about it. It seriously gives all 'Datuk's' a bad name. And its one of the various examples that show the lack of integrity and common sense in the people in power.

I'm digressing too much. To get back to the topic, the potato skins were also like crap. Lacking the crispy bacon bits and the amount of melted cheese and the potatoes were just...lembik.
Instead of ribs, they served roasted chicken. Normally, 'Tony Roma's' would cook the ribs with the sauce of your choice so that the flavour of the sauce is infused into the meat. This time, they served the roasted chicken with the sauce on the side. It doesn't really taste as good as cooking the chicken WITH the sauce. The roasted chicken was a lil dry but quite edible, though 'Kenny Rogers' chicken beats 'Tony Roma's' chicken anytime, according to my dad.

Conclusion :
1. Avoid Pyramid's 'Tony Roma's' like the plague unless they start serving their usual pork ribs and improve their other dishes.
2. Going without sleep for such a long time will definitely make you sick! Or at least make you feel weird for the next 24 hours.

Written on Monday, October 30, 2006; 4:36 PM

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Mission Impossible!

3:37 PM

Mission Impossible!

*Mission Impossible theme song*

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to :

Study before shopping, buy back at least 1 piece of apparel, shop for a formal shirt

Was supposed to go to Taylors library today to do a bit of studying before heading to 1u to do some shopping, *grins gleefully in anticipation* but due to a last-minute change of plan, ended up studying in my study room instead. I actually started on my homework for the 1st time during the hols, so the morning wasn't that unproductive, ok.

Had a tough time deciding what to eat for lunch, again. *again? we seem to have this recurring problem, don't we?*

Ended up with Kenny Rogers Roasters which I haven't eaten for ages. Somehow I felt that their muffins and mashed potato tasted better last time. But its still nice, especially when you eat it in Genting Highlands where its cold and the warm chicken tastes yummylicious.
Had a nice talk throughout lunch while several crappy and bombshell issues were brought up.

Finally hit the shops, and I bought 2 tops for really cheap prices at AIIZ. Everything in AIIZ was going at firesale prices, I don't know why. *shrugs, with a who-cares-as-long-as-its-cheap grin*
The catch was, you couldn't try any of the clothes on. But to think about it, you roughly know if you're a S/M/L so you can't really screw up. Worse case scenario, if its really hideous after purchase (which tends to occur quite frequently at cheap sales), just wear it at home where you and only you alone will know about the bad bargain you made.
And hopefully, you'll be wiser the next time around. ;]

Had an enjoyable time playing dress-up with a life-size Barbie doll today. Though this Barbie doll had limited clothes choice due to a certain clothes size problem. Haha.
Its not that easy finding a shirt that is nicely outstanding and somewhere between plain boring and desperately attention-grabbing with the right size to go along with it. So you should bring along a consultant/advisor who can help you pick.
And you still owe me dessert for my services today. =p

Anyway, today was fun. Even if we came home empty-handed, I would still have enjoyed it.

Mission accomplished!

*Mission Impossible song plays and tapers off*

Written on Saturday, October 28, 2006; 3:37 PM

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Part 1 : The Potluck

4:02 PM

Part 1 : The Potluck

Its been a super hectic week for me, from deciding what to do, arranging my potluck, writing out personal statements, going downtown and finishing my applications right on the dot...
Not to mention getting sick along the way.

I decided to split up the events of the past week into a few parts, seeing that I couldn't blog it all at once. So this is the much awaited...

Part 1 : The Potluck

It was great to see you people, since I haven't seen you all for ages. The food was good, the company even better. I haven't had so much fun or laughed so much since the last get-together. And its a change from the usual movie+makan+pool thing. So lets do it again, ya!
Lets see if I can remember what food there was.

There was...

Pizza, fried noodles, curry chicken, potato salad, chicken sandwhiches, cocktails, satay, nuggets, banana splits and drinks.
See, I have a good memory when it comes to food! =p

The Kinz and Sueh were the first to come at 6.15. Even I was surprised that they came that early. The rest came in almost an hour late (typical Malaysian timing =p). Kinz, Sueh, Yang & Drew started off by playing with my bro's Jenga. Whoever topple the Jenga must drink 3 cups of water. I decided to save energy by just dumping a whole jug of water next to them. They were the first few ppl who asked me where the toilet was later. Hehe.

The guys started playing with my bro's toys and reliving their childhood. From his McD's Kiosk, to his swords and his Lego and easels and practically anything playable that caught their eye.
On the other hand, my bro was delighted to see so many new playmates who were willing to layan him and play with him swords and whatnot. He even managed to get them to be his students and play Hangman. I do apologize if any of you got hurt while playing with my bro. He does tend to get a lil carried away sometimes. But I did see my bro being squashed by Thiam Beng at one point. =p

Forced everyone into playing Pictionary eventhough the guys were glued to the TV.
(Note to self: Must try to avoid having this things on the same night as the popular football matches)
Sadly, the girls lost to the guys, NOT because we were lousy drawers/guessers, but because we keep on getting jinxed when we threw the dice! *glares at the ppl who were jinxing us*

Michelle, you had the right time, right place and the right things going on that night. ;)

Yang decided to go home during the half-time of the Arsenal match so that he could see Arsenal win 5-0. Too bad they only made it to 4-0, Yang. =p
That was the point where everyone gathered outside my house to play fireworks. The guys had to resort to using candles to light up the fireworks stuck in a Coke bottle rather unsuccessfully, when suddenly, someone realised that those fireworks weren't the dangerous rocket types that flew up in the air. Instead, these were sparklers. Haha.

We did our fair share of adding to the air pollution. After everything sparkled and sizzled, there was so much smoke that it looked like Genting Highland at night. It was a bit like those movie scenes where the hero/villian strides out of the fog and cuts a dashing pose. *and the girls swoon in adoration/shiver in fear, depending whether its the hero/villian*
This was definitely a cue for some people to start posing in the smog and taking pictures.
After that, the guys went home and the girls came inside for round 2, the sleepover.

One final thing,

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the winner of the Babysitter Award of the Night, Mr. Lee Thiam Beng! *tremendous applause, please*

Beng pretty much won because he subjected himself to being battered about by my brother and not strangling him and charging me an outrageous fee at the end of the night.

Btw, Beng, you're hired till further notice as my bro's newest babysitter/playmate. =]

To be continued : Part 2 : The Sleepover and the aftereffects.

Written on Friday, October 27, 2006; 4:02 PM

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Procrastination is the thief of time

5:36 PM

Procrastination is the thief of time

Suppers are bad for your waistline. Even more so when you've eaten dinner just 2 hours ago.

But I just love suppers.
Especially if its pizza. =]
Warm tuna sandwiches and maggee mee are a close 2nd.

Despite knowing that the first line is absolutely true, I had supper just now. =p
When my parents came back just now with Domino's pizza, I was feeling quite full and I was determined to eat 2 or 3 pieces only.

The aroma that hit my nose as I walked downstairs was of something warm and freshly baked with that particularly delicious smell associated with cheese and beef pepperoni. Yay!
The first bite was ooh...the crispy wafer thin crust combined with the yummy juicy pepperoni with a hint of spicyness and the salty melted cheese and tomato puree layer...

Irresistible!

After 15 mins, I realised, "Damn, there's only 1 piece left."
Which means I've eaten more than I should have." =(

I dare not begin counting the calories I've just happily absorbed into my body.

Note : I was not paid by Domino's to do some advertising for them. Though I wouldn't mind if they did. I'd accept payment in cash/pizza, preferably cash. =)

On a more serious note, I just realised 2 weeks ago that I have very little time to decide what I want to do and finish off my university application.
Wait, let me make that 'practically no time, instead of very little time.'

I told someone that I wished that the application deadlines were extended. And that person said, "Siew Yen, even if they extend the deadline up to November or January next year, you'll continue to procrastinate and won't start doing it until just before the deadline and then you'll end up doing everything last minute!"

How very true that person was!

Procrastination is the thief of time.

Written on Sunday, October 22, 2006; 5:36 PM

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Dramatics and egos.

12:15 PM

Dramatics and egos.

I think I've just been mentally labelled dramatic by my econs lecturer.

While discussing the econs mock paper today...

Ms. Joanna : blah blah blah...oh yeah, and somebody rather dramatically said the business will collapse like a house of cards *looks and smiles at me*
My brain : Wondering why on earth she's smiling at me and thinking to myself, hey...that phrase sounds kinda familiar.
Ms. Joanna : I wonder which of you did it...*still smiling and giving me a particular look*
My brain : Alarm bells go off in my head!!! I know why it sounds familiar, because I wrote it in my answer! *looks mortified and resists the impulse to hide my face behind my question paper*

I can hear someone snickering behind me.

Ms. Joanna : Although its a rather dramatic description, its still quite correct.
My brain : Phew, at least now not so malu.

The snickering stopped rather suddenly. =]

Gave in to some impulse buying over the past 2 days.
Tells myself, "Must stop impulse buying soon! If not I'll be dead broke in no time."

I called my friend a sexist.
And that person in return said very nicely that I'm already an angel.

Thank you, I knew that already. Hehe.

This is what friends are for.

To inflate and deflate,
To sooth and to stoke,
Our egos when necessary. ;)

Written on Wednesday, October 18, 2006; 12:15 PM

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Perspective

3:44 PM

Perspective

Its time to get enigmatic.

Its no fun to be the wet blanket, the one that pops everyone's bubble, but someone has to bring the rest of the people with their heads in the air back to ground. Someone has to always be looking out for safety nets, looking from a different perspective than the majority.

Ah, perspective...what a word!

You and I are both looking at the same picture, but we both see different things. You have your perspective and I have mine. You may call me wrong and I may call you that too.

But what matters is, did you put yourself in my viewpoint and see what I would have seen?

And did I step into your shoes and try to see from your perspective?

After all was said and done, I really did try to look at it from your perspective. Maybe I didn't try hard enough, or maybe I should have tried it earlier. *shrugs sadly*

What's done is done. Irreversible as all things that are done wrongly are, I guess.

On a happier note, its nice to know that I do make people laugh. =p

Written on Tuesday, October 17, 2006; 3:44 PM

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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

2:48 PM

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

As mentioned earlier, I was down in Bangsar Actors Studio last night watching 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'. The Bangsar's Actors Studio auditorium is much smaller than the one I was in at KLPac in Sentul. Even HELP's KPD Block D auditorium seems to be larger.

My dad's friend who was one of the performers reserved for us great seats when we told her we were coming to see her sing. So I was pretty lucky that I was seated only three rows from the stage and right smack in the very centre. The view was excellent till I could see their facial expressions and the colour of their jewelry, costumes and make-up very clearly. =p

'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' is a fantabulous and humourous a capella performance that should be watched by girls and guys alike! It touches on dating, love, girlfriends, the importance of sisterhood in a witty, playful, sexy and oh, so musical way.

A capella is basically pure singing, which means the voices create the sounds of the accompaniments like beatboxes, electric guitars and the like. Which means you can save money by not purchasing those instruments. =p

Anyway, some of the songs they sang were Jessica Simpson's These Boots Are Made For Walking, Sway, PCD's Don't Cha and the theme song from the movie Wong Fei Hung.
When they appeared onstage singing 'These Boots Are Made For Walking', wearing miniskirts with boots and looking sexy, I expected a similar costume for PCD's Don't Cha.

To my surprise, they performed 'Don't Cha' wearing black evening dresses with high slits. They did a toned-down version of the chair routine that PCD did while singing though. It was definitely a more elegant sexy style then the typical PCD black ultra-mini top and skirt.

If they did the whole PCD thing, there might be some old geezer in the audience that might get a heart attack and sue them for err...inducing stimulatory and artery popping images?

Though it does say in the ticket that the venue owner shall not be held responsible for any death, personal injury blah blah blah....
I think that the performance is rated, something along the lines of 'Not for family viewing'.
Not to mention some people might get offended and feel that it wouldn't be in very good taste to do a burlesque routine in the hallowed grounds of Malaysia's Bangsar Actors Studio.

If the LiT performers have a re-run of this performance, I would advise all of you fun-loving humourous people to go and watch it. Trust me, you'll be laughing till you get stitches and you won't walk out of the auditorium without a smile on your face.

For more information about 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun', click here and here.

Written on Sunday, October 15, 2006; 2:48 PM

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Thank God It's Friday!!!

2:58 PM

Thank God It's Friday!!!

I luuurrrvee Fridays!

Why???

Because i don't have classes on Fridays and it means that the weekend is here.

Which enables me to catch up with my sleep overdraft which i've incurred on the weekdays. I'm so gonna need the rest of the weekend to restore my sleep account back to its normal healthy debit balance.

Don't you think Fridays are fantastically fabulous?

Anyone who disagrees with me should be skinned alive and chopped into a million and one pieces and given to the dogs to eat!
That is, if the dogs actually want to eat minced-up party poopers lifeless idiots who don't love Fridays. =p

Went to play badminton today eventhough I was coughing my lungs out like a dying tuberculosis patient, because horr, I haven't being exercising for gazillion years since netball stopped. So, I die die also must go and play badminton to get some of that fat off!

I went to Bangsar's Actors Studio to watch an a capella performance titled 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' by the LiT performers. A capella means choral music sung without instrumental accompaniment. Their performance tonight was great and I'll blog more about it tomorrow.

On the way home, the haze was so damn freaking bad that it looked like mist from Genting Highlands! Its dark at night with only the street lights and moving car lights and you can actually see the haze moving in like misty clouds. That's how bad it is.

I think I'll go to bed now so that I can wake up in time to catch a late breakfast. Its quite annoying to keep missing breakfast every weekend morning due to oversleeping.

Written on Saturday, October 14, 2006; 2:58 PM

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Clock's hands, a belated birthday gift and my well-deserved award!

2:47 AM

Clock's hands, a belated birthday gift and my well-deserved award!

Have you ever realised that the clock's hands literally seem to crawl when you've got your eyes locked on it, waiting to escape an absolutely boring class? And those very same clock hands fly so fast the minute you turn your back and get caught up in doing something?

Last night after finishing my law homework at 12.40pm, I decided to play o2 jam for a while. And I told myself sternly, "No more than 10 minutes, then I must stop and go to bed."

As you can probably predict, that 10 minutes did not remain merely 10 minutes. The next thing I knew when I checked the time, those 10 minutes expanded into 40 minutes! I went, "Damn, I'm going to fall asleep in law class tomorrow." And to top things off, my air-conditioner decided to throw a tantrum (probably because I overworked it. =p) and I just couldn't fall asleep. I think I finally dozed off restlessly after 2am.

Cze Wien came over before college to drop off my birthday present. Although I was running late for class, curiosity won out and I decided to open the gift. I was pleasantly surprised to find that in the box was a.....

PINK TOP!!!

Thanks a million for the lovely pink shirt, Cze!

Later on, I realised something rather interesting. Normally, my friends would normally get me stuffed toys, jewellery or books. But this year, not one, but BOTH of the birthday gifts which I received from my friends turned out to be tops. What is the probability of my friends getting me two tops in the very same year when they have never gotten me one for my birthday before? You do the math, I'm bad at stats.

So since I got 2 tops this year, does that mean if I receive 1 diamond necklace next year, can I expect another diamond necklace too? Hint hint...=p

I think I deserve an achievement award for today. I bet you're all dying to know what I did. And no, I didn't fly around wearing red underwear outside while saving the world from destruction and neither did I discover the cure to cancer. What I did today was...

Not falling asleep at all for 4 hours of law classes with less than 5 hours of sleep without the help of any form of caffeine! And to save you the trouble of asking, no, there was no drop dead gorgeous-looking guy that I could stare at to keep me awake!

So there, don't you think I deserve an award? Hehe.

My voice still sounds weird and terribly strained. And I'm disgustingly sick. I cough so badly that sometimes, my stomach muscles clench like I'm going to hurl. Its a good thing I didn't eat much today, if not when I cough badly, the remnants of my undigested food would probably spew out all over the unsuspecting and hapless victim next to me. And that ain't gonna be a pretty sight. Haha.

Nah, I'm just kidding. Don't get paranoid and run away at the sight of me. The worse I've ever done today is just dry-retching.

Must stop rambling on and on and get on with my unfinished stats homework so that I can calculate the probability of me getting 2 diamond necklaces next year.

Written on Friday, October 13, 2006; 2:47 AM

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Manicures and survival equations!

12:31 PM

Manicures and survival equations!

Yesterday, I finally got my free manicure. Being the kind friend that I am, I voluntered myself as a guinea pig for Clareen to practice her skills as a manicurist. The colour was a lovely, glimmering peachy pink nail polish from Skin Food. Needless to say, I went home with a lovely set of nails.

Anyway, the point of the previous paragraph was to promote Clareen's manicuring skills. There will be a manicure booth set up next Wednesday (18th October 2006) during HELP's A-Levels Breast Cancer Awareness Campaign. Customers will be charged a small and reasonable fee for a lovely manicure. Proceeds will go to a charity for breast cancer. And there will be many lovely shades of pink for you girls and guys to pick from. So do come by our booth for a manicure and you'll go home with a sparkling set of nails that will be "oohed" and "aahed" over by your envious friends who missed such a good deal!

All right, advertisement and promotion time over!

I was nodding off during econs class yesterday when Clareen decided to paint my nails during the break. She gave me a buffer to buff my nails to stop me from falling asleep for the rest of the lesson.

For those who can't believe that I would actually do something so girly, I REALLY did buff my way through the last 45 minutes of economics class (blushes red with mortification). And to ensure that I can't lie and deny vehemently that I was a willing party to such an event, Clareen sneakily took a picture of me buffing my nails with a contented look on my face.

I woke up today feeling like my body got mangled while I was sleeping. My head was pounding as though some gung-ho drummer was using the inside of my skull as his drumset. Even the light of the bathroom made me wince and groan in agony. To my horror, my voice just wouldn't function when I tried to speak.

My first thought was, "Damn, Wai Ee's going to have a field day paying me back for insulting her when she lost her voice."

Good thing I manage to force my voicebox into functioning by the time I reached college. =p
Though my voice is now low and husky like its been scraped against sandpaper.

Luckily, my econs class got cancelled so I went home and immediately plopped on to my lovely comfy bed for some horizontal exercise before my headache could get worse.

Now that I'm awake, I wish I was back in dreamland. Thinking about the humongous pile of undone homework is starting to make my head pound again.

They don't teach you this in Math class, but its one of the equations you need to know to survive college life. And no, its not something like y = mx + c. Heck, you don't need to know linear equations to survive college!

College survival equation :
Procrastination of homework + sleeping late + lack of water intake = mountains of homework + headache + high percentage of getting sick.

Tsk, tsk, tsk...and they expect students to survive college without teaching them such an equation!

Written on Thursday, October 12, 2006; 12:31 PM

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Murphy's Law

2:24 PM

Murphy's Law

Today started out pretty decently. I didn't have to resort to covering the newspaper to make my dad drink his fruit juice faster and get up from the dining table. And that's because my class is at 10am so he's probably the one that's going to be late for a meeting, not me. =p
If my class was at 8am, he wouldn't get a peek at the papers because any attempt on his part to read the newspapers would result in me scolding and yelling at him to speed up! So my Tuesdays and Thursdays morning routine usually begin with me yelling at him to hurry up, unless for some reason I wake up extra-early.

For a change, I entered class before my Math lecturer. And I thought, "Hey, that's a jolly good start to the day." As you can expect, things started to slide downhill from there.

I had no idea what she was talking about because I'm 3 chapters behind her in my homework.

My theory of surviving her Maths class is :
Just copy what she writes on the blackboard and don't think or ask her anything.
Go home and slowly process through the notes while doing homework.

I was totally unable to do the questions on the board and because I was sitting right at the aisle, she kept asking me for my answers and I could sense her looking over my shoulder looking at my blank working sheet while I was frantically trying to think of something to write on the paper. What a disaster!

Next, was economics. I thought, phew, a break at last. 10 minutes into the class, I realised that I couldn't answer her questions and I didn't really know what I was copying into my notebook. I started to have panicky tingles running through me and I forced myself to pay more attention to what she was talking.

Accounting definitely didn't get better. I was late for class again as I was busy chatting with 2 friends in the ping-pong room and I didn't notice the time. My lecturer was already in the room and she gave me a weird smile as I walked in. My heart sank and I thought I was doomed and going to be kicked out of class!
Thank goodness she was in a decent mood and let me off the hook. I was nodding off throughout her whole explanation of partnership dissolution and luckily, she didn't catch me doing that, or else I would probably have gotten a sarcastic remark from her. And I do need to be on her good books to get a passable forecast, afterall.

Decided to leave accounts class early with Clareen and Joanne to go for the Warwick talk, where someone so strongly doubted my theory about acid rain! =p

Most of the students were told it was a Warwick talk, so it was quite a surprise when the words 'Brunel University' flashed in front of the white screen. The Brunel representative was pretty quick, and then the long-awaited talk by the Warwick representative started. I saw the Warwick lady yesteday at the UK Edu Fair, I recognised the pink necklace she was wearing. Hehe.

I finally ended off the day by playing ping-pong without any persuasion, which is quite miraculous. =p
Though I think my friends might have gotten a little frustrated with my inability to lock my arm and not move my wrist about.

If anything today could be considered remotely good at all, today did prove that Murphy's law of "everything that can possibly go wrong WILL go wrong" is quite accurate.

p/s : For those who don't know, Warwick is pronounced as "war-rick" and not "war-wick". This information is courtesy of Ms. Joanna my econs lecturer who told us last term so that we
wouldn't embarass ourselves by pronouncing it wrongly.

Written on Tuesday, October 10, 2006; 2:24 PM

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Of procrastination and Hershey's Kisses

12:53 PM

Of procrastination and Hershey's Kisses

One thing that I realised over the years, is that I am a terrible procrastinator.

Procrastination which grew from a minuscule seed of an "i-will-do-it-tomorrow" excuse (which resulted in me really doing the task the next day) to a flowering tree of "i-will-do-it-tomorrow" excuses (which results in a particular task taking an unreasonably long time to complete, or it ends up never being done) has become a practically unbreakable habit that lives within me.

A typical Siew Yen example of procrastination :

Today, I finally sat down and looked through some MABECS booklets properly and tried to decide what course to do and which university to go to. It sounds like a progressive step towards the future, right, until you take into account that I've been having those MABECS booklets in my possession for about 9 months. And during my MABECS booklet-reading session, I decided to procrastinate even more and walked downstairs to find something to munch on.
Lo and behold, I discovered an unopened pack of Hershey's Kisses and I brought back 3 Hershey's Kisses to my study table. Now anyone would think that I couldn't have procrastinated any further, but no, Siew Yen takes it one step further. After I ate those 3 Hershey's, I still felt like eating more, so I gave in to temptation and went down to grab another 5 Hershey's.
As a result, it took me ages to go through the MABECS booklets and I gained unnecessary calories from those 8 Hershey's.

Talk about procrastination combined with a slice of greed!

There's my unfinished Statistics homework calling me right now, but I think I'll procrastinate it further by checking my e-mail first.

What can I say, old habits die hard.

Written on Sunday, October 08, 2006; 12:53 PM

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To dream up your castle and do what you will

5:19 PM

To dream up your castle and do what you will

I've always dreamed up my castle in the air for a long, long time, making it my haven and source of comfort where I can just think my own thoughts and spin my dreams and fairytales. Perhaps today, I've taken a step forward in making my castle in the air a little more solid by putting it in black and white instead of letting it remain hovering like a mirage, easily dissipated by thunderstorms.

So, here's to quiet thoughts, spinning dreams and fairytales and everything else under the sun!

Written on Friday, October 06, 2006; 5:19 PM

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