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Yes. As Frus predicted, I have gotten tired of NOT only the template, but the whole of schmucksite.blogspot.com and has therefore moved to my new home. Missed that link? Here, lemme give you a hand. CLICK HERE TO BE REDIRECTED TO MY NEW BLOG.

Hehe.

Why did I decide to move?

Well, like I said, I got bored and heck, tabulas has more features than blogspot. Not to mention the bloggerimage thing just isn't working (I've tried 3 times to upload a pic, but no result. Blehh.).

Anyways, it's been a fun few months and thanks, Blogger, for the good times we had.

To those who have linked or bookmarked me, please kindly change the link and bookmark. Thanks a lot! Love you all!
Now stop reading this and go check out my new blog!

Random-ness

• Today, my sister and I were stuck in Pasar Seni Putra LRT Station for 15 mins, running around and getting sweatier, not to mention ANGRIER and more frustrated by the minute. No we're not joining some treasure hunt. It's because ALL the dumb ticket vending machines are not working. I think they all hate us, because some machines do happily accept money from other people. My sis and I went from one machine to the other (we HAD to queue, of course, just to reach the front and find out the damned machine discriminates against my money) but to no avail. In the end, we decided to get the ticket manually and HOLY COW! The fucking queue is meters long WITH ONLY ONE TICKET COUNTER OPEN. Thanks a lot Putra LRT. So I queued and getting more stressed out by the minute because my parents are already waiting impatiently at the Kelana Jaya station. I don't want to kena sound from them, obviously. WHEN I finally reached the front of the damned queue, my sister informed me that we are to take the STAR LRT to Seri Petaling instead. #$^#$!#%$^#%^$!!!!!! 15 minutes of my life wasted!!!

Not to mention that Pasar Seni is quite a popular station with lotsa foreigners using it. Is this the kind of image we wanna portray to the rest of the world? Lousy machines, understaffed ticket booths (especially on a SUNDAY afternoon)...IT ALL SCREAMS INEFFICIENCY. Not surprising, really, seeing that our you-know-what also is inefficient, so I guess the private sector takes their cue from it.

• I was reading Cheneille's blog entry and I found that the P.S section is particularly true.
  

p.s. : There was something else I realized while waiting by the roadside for my mother to arrive. I hadn't got a clue what to do because I was never taught how to handle accidents. Why didn't my 12 years of education come in handy? I read in Chicken Soup for the Soul once. A girl wondered what to do when a boy kisses her. Where should she look? Whay should she do with her hands? Should she say thank you afterwards? THESE important things in life are what the so-called educators should've taught us in school, and these are exactly the things they have neglected to mention.

Book smarts is NOT enough for survival, especially in times of such violence. Take for example you got involved in an accident. Book smarts will tell you to get the other driver's IC and license and go to the police station, so you dutifully get out of the car to "negotiate" with the other driver. BUT the other driver might be a lunatic and suffering from violent tendencies. When he sees you approaching, he'll just take out a parang and chop your head off, or run you over with his car (it actually happened in Malaysia :( ) . See? a street smart person, on the other hand, would evaluate the situation and get the heck out of the place if they sense something is wrong. Screw rules and procedures. Why bother to be such a stickler if you're going to end up as roadkill?

There are so many things that we need to learn to actually survive in life. Most of us are sheltered and, when faced with a dilemma, are at a loss of what to do. This leaves us vulnerable for manipulation by tricksters and conmen. To me, I equate street smarts with being worldwise. You know exactly how people's mind works and what they are out for (which is themselves, by the way). There is no rose-tinted glasses and you see the world as it is - no idealism, no naivete.

So how does one actually be street smart? I guess the only way to accumulate "street smartness" is to actually go out there and experience life in all its glory or otherwise. Note that I didn't say "enjoy". You gotta get down and dirty and fight your way up. Which is why I'm rooting for the Street Smarts Team in The Apprentice. I think they'll win, because no amount of books can tell you how to do business perfectly- after all, humans are emotional creatures and are very, very unpredictable.

Real life, baby, is not contained within the books.

P/S - Today is the first day I don't have a social outing and I'M BORED already! How will I survive 2 months?! Shit! If only I had unlimited cash, then I'll buy books and books and books and dvds and go shopping. ARGH! Boredom! HELP!

One of the greatest mysteries of mankind.

Don't read if you get angry easily.

Girls will never understand why guys. :-

• love football. What's so interesting about kicking a ball to and fro on a field? What type of exercise is this? Can't even exercise your arms. Cheh. Gimme basketball any day.

• love watching football. What's so interesting about watching 11 (or is it 12?) sweaty men kicking a ball to and fro on a field and getting all emotional about the score? Well, I can't understand why people like to watch basketball games like NBA also, so this applies across the board for all sports. EXCEPT F1 :)
  

• love DOTA or any other online multiplayer game for that matter. Why? Really. Go to a cybercafe to waste money somemore. To release stress? For escapism? It's not as if when you become a "Hero" then all the troubles will immediately vanish. Furthermore, nice to play meh, the games? Guys...*rolls eyes* 'nuff said.

• love watching porn. *sigh* Are guys such stupid simple creatures they are satisfied with just boobs and butt and mindless fucking? On second thoughts, don't answer that.

• thinks that just because a girl is "hot", then it's all right to start a relationship with the said person, even though the guy might not really like the girl. Is looks all that matters? Even though the relationship might be doomed from the beginning, a guy would nonetheless want to try their luck with the "hot" girl. Why? Isn't it a waste of time? Are relationships such insignificant matters to guys?

• are willing to spend so much on cars/computers/gadgets. Okay, girls spend just as much on clothes too, but then, remember, we need to wear clothes everyday.

• are such suckers for pretty/sexy/cute girls. Most guys I know think that this girl is an angel, even though she's really a bitch not one. Guys are just blinded. Or maybe the girl just can act really well. Another case in point. Why is it that people tend to employ pretty girls for promotional activities or sales? That's cos GUYS ARE SUCKERS. Urgh. It's disgusting how guys all gravitate towards hot chicks and can barely keep their saliva in their mouths.
  

• are led by their lower regions. If offered a chance to have sex with no strings attached, I doubt there would be many guys who would turn that offer down.

Basically, why are guys so "sexually" oriented? Some enlightened and highly liberal girls know this, adevertising comapnies know this (who do you think came up with the theory of "Sex Sells"?), the rest of the world knows this. ONLY guys don't or choose to ignore it even if they do, because all they want to do is ogle.

Ah damn sleepy to think of any more. Somemore having gastric. Ish. Do note that I'm not saying all guys are like that...just the majority..like 99.99% :P Fuck off if you think it's biased. I admit it. It is biased. I'm not writing for a damned newspaper.

Will add more when I think of why guys are so *frustratingly* guys. Does it all boil down to the Y-chromosome? *sigh* If that were true, then there's no hope for mankind, ever. :P

And nope, I'm not making a separate list for girls. We are all perfect. It's not our fault that some girls exploit your weaknesses. Blame it on your lack of willpower to resist.

Goodnight. Hope you guys have some wet dreams and, girls, don't hold out for your dream to come true. :)

Why do I keep blogging about love?

If its' real, if it's true love , then it'll always be there. You can pretend its gone, and even move on. But that love , it's still there. In the depths of your mind, sometimes a single object or song triggers it all, and you're right back where you started - in the arms of the one you lost...

As a tear in her eye rolls down her cheek,
As he looks back but decides not to speak,
They both turn away with one question in mind,
Is falling in love a waste of time?
Some may say yes, Some may say no
But who decides which path they should go?
Deep in his heart, he cannot see
Unless he finds the one who has the key,
When does he know that it is time,
To forget everything and jump in blind?
Yes, it is a big step to take
Will he regret the decisions he makes?
Once all is well and he think it's OK
He sees the one that he turned away,
He starts to think and reminisce
About that first night, that first beautiful kiss
But he thinks about the fights and all the pain
Is love really worth going insane?
As he closes his eyes and turns around
He starts to hear that beautiful sound
Everything seems right with cupid at his side
Nothing can change what he decides
He turns back around to speak his mind
And open his heart just one more time
But to his surprise as he turns his neck
He gets a glimpse and starts to regret
Everything he thought that was so right
Has just vanished in one quick sight
He sees her now, she's happy not sad
His heart fills with pain, but he's not mad
The sight of her with some other guy
He feels a tear within his eye
Once again he decides not to speak
As a tear in his eye rolls down his cheek.

He's going to smile and make her think he's happy, he's going to laugh, so she dont see him cry, He's going to let her go in style, and even if it kills him- He's going to smile. Loving someone who doesn't love you back is like reaching for a star. You know you'll never make it, but you just keep on trying... Hoping that one day the star will drop on you...

Does things always happen this way?

Once more, the above is plucked from the hallowed Bulletin Boards of Friendster (I know. It's filled with crap surveys 99% of the time, but once in a while, inspirational stuff like this appear).

First, let me tell you why I like that bulletin. The poem itself explains everything. Wonderful rhythm. Reading it is so pleasurable, right? It's simple yet gets the message across effectively. And the second reason is of course, the message itself.

It's extremely poignant and eloquent, isn't it? And once more, proves that everyone is indeed out to look for love. Aih. I'm quite tired to philosophise about love today, so just appreciate the bulletin, the message and your other half because, as Sinthi puts it, true love is hard to find.

Moving on to less brainy matters.

Wah. A Levels is finally over. Yes, I know it's a bit belated, but I have been busy right up to my sockets. I just hope I don't have to resit certain papers :( Then I'll have to eat my word with lotsa mayonnaise. Another chapter in my life is over and soon, I'll be in uni. Farewell, days of lesser responsibilities. After 4 years of Uni, then it's headlong into the working world where corporate politics is the name of the game. There will be no more holidays until you retire :( Which is why I'm so tempted to take 6 months break and start my uni in January. Donnola. Depends on my results first.

Ish. Seems like a few days of not blogging has sucked my blogging juices dry. :( Oh well. It's late now and I have to wake up early tomoro...going out again. Bankrupt already :( Hehe. Good night. Hopefully I'll be able to come up with more creative and interesting entries, FOR YOUR SAKE. Hahahaha! :P

Have a good day, everyone! :)

NO TIME.

Ah this is an ironic title. I have FINALLY finished my exams and, along with it, my A Levels programme, but I have no time to type a proper entry.

Currently it's 12.31 am Tuesday and I still have so much things to do before I go to bed and wake up at 6 am.

I have to finished watching Memento and return it to Nick.

I have to finish packing because I'm staying over at Selina's house tomorrow.

I have to brainstorm with Alia about certain stuff.

I have to take care of my personal appearance.

I have to figure out a way how to last throughout the week without getting broke (going out everyday 0_0. HOW?!)

I have to go out with all my Aussie friends who are back before they leave in 2 weeks time.

I MUST get the job at Citibank!

AHHHHHH I'm so frazzled. Ish. And I thought that my time after exams will be spent relaxing.

Most probably I won't be updating this entire week. Going to be flitting around town. Whoopee!

Talk to you all later. Don't miss me!

What?! Why can't this happen in Malaysia?! 50PENCE!

Angry wife sells DJ's £25,000 car for 50p

Jun 20 2005

By Campbell Docherty

The scorned wife of a Birmingham DJ has taken her revenge for an on-air remark by selling his luxury sports car on the internet for 50p.

Controversial Kerrang 105.2 presenter Tim Shaw's "pride and joy" - a Lotus Esprit Turbo worth about £25,000 - was sold by his wife Hayley while he was presenting his Asylum show on Thursday night.

Mrs Shaw, aged 27, said her husband's flirtatious interview with glamour model Jodie Marsh earlier that night had been the "last straw" in their relationship.

At one point, Mrs Shaw heard her husband tell Marsh he would leave his wife and two daughters for her.

Immediately, Mrs Shaw put the car up for sale on the ebay auction website and included a "Buy Now" price of 50p.

Not surprisingly, the car was only on the site for five minutes before it was snapped up.

The item description read: "I need to get rid of this car immediately - ideally in the next two to three hours before my... husband gets home to find it gone and all his belongings in the street.

"I am the registered owner and I have the log book. Please only buy if you can pick up tonight."

Mrs Shaw told The Birmingham Post: "When he said he would leave me and the kids for Jodie Marsh, that was it for me.

"He has two daughters. One of them goes to school. I am sick of him disrespecting his family for the sake of his act. Maybe it was childish but I had had a few drinks that night and I just thought I would get him back the best way I could.

"The car is his pride and joy but the idiot put my name on the logbook so I just sold it.

"I didn't care about the money, I just wanted to get him back."

The Birmingham Post was unable to contact Mr Shaw for comment through the Kerrang 105.2 offices yesterday.

His wife said: "I don't know if he knows it has gone yet. He came back that night to find all his clothes in the street. He has tried to call me a couple of times but I haven't taken them.

"There is no hope for a reconciliation. There have been a few things but this was the last straw.

"He is always talking about Jodie Marsh and how much he fancies her but he didn't tell me she was going to be on the show.

"He was all over her during the interview, it was pathetic. They were both being flirtatious and then he said what he said. I am sick of being disrespected."

The Birmingham Post has spoken to the buyer but he does not want to be named.

Ahhhh. I can't believe it's for real! What an offer! Lucky buyer.

Maybe I should trawl ebay during my free time too. :P

By the way, YOU GO, GIRL!

Voila!

See, I told you people I'll get tired of the template and change :)

Don't really know why I got sick of it so fast. And after all the trouble I took configuring it *grumbles*

Oh well.

This is much better, right? :)

When I was a little girl...

After sitting for a paper in any exam, I have one simple rule to follow - NEVER START STUDYING ON THAT NIGHT FOR THE NEXT PAPER*. Call it plain laziness or a justifiable reward, it doesn't matter :P.

* - If the paper is the next day, then too bad :( No resting.

So there I was, with the whole night to while away. What a luxurious quandary - to be able to think about what to do to occupy my precious bit of free time. The obvious answer would be to go online, blog, surf, chat etc (yes, very no life). One minor problem though - my sister has hijacked the laptop!

Not to worry! I won't be defeated so easily! Next plan!

As I was still highly inspired by the Daniel Beddingfield lyrics (read here), I felt like writing to see if I'm able to put my feelings into words. So, for the umpteenth time, I decided to start an honest-to-goodness-pen-and-paper journal. (Actually I do have one, but it's for intensely private stuff only. This new one is supposed to chronicle my random thoughts and poem inspirations when the laptop is not available).

Being such a notebook junkie, I was sure that I would have one or two fancy unused notebooks lying around. Thus begin the search (my room is ultra messy).

Oho! Look what I found!

My long-forgotten journal! (One of many, I may add.)

Obviously, I quickly flipped it open to see what the younger me used to write. The first entry was dated 14/12/98 and the last was 18/02/00. That would mean the journal chronicled the thoughts of a 12-year-old till 14-year-old AhJin.

Hehehe. The 19-year-old AhJin rub her hands in glee. How very interesting to see what my past self was up to. Also, close friends would know that I have a horrible memory (in fact, Sinthi just told me that a few hours ago), so this trip down memory lane could also jog some long-forgotten brain cells.

In anticipation, I flip to the first entry, read it, went on to the second entry and continued till I finished it. *heartfelt sigh* I cannot believe how shallow I was. Or rather, how much more shallow I was compared to now.

Of all the 22 entries (yes, 2 years, but only 22 entries. How I've grown up now...in more ways than one), I think 90% was talking about boys. OMYGAWD! I'm so traumatised. No doubt, I do still talk about guys occasionally, but I wasn't aware that I was such a "boy-crazy" girl. Or maybe I just forgot.

Let me tell you about my *ahem* past self.

Throughout the course of my lower secondary high school life, I have developed numerous crushes on older students in my school. All of them were older than me. They ranged from age 15-17 (I was 13, remember). Since my high school was such a teeny school with a even teenier student population, the outstandingly handsome students can never stay anonymous for long :P. Thus, the journal became my chronicle of unrequited love.

*pukes*

Unrequited love my foot. More like unabashed stalking. Debbie was right. Hahaha. Almost all the entries would consist of me painstakingly detailing how many times I met Guy A/B/C/D's eyes while walking to the canteen, or how I 'accidentally' bumped into Guy B after school etc etc.

I was such a sick little puppy. Aih. Don't know where to hide my face now. If I ever meet my past self, I'm going to slap her and tell her to BEHAVE. Mooning over guys that can never be mine, daydreaming about happily-ever-afters when ALL I know about them is their name and class...Urgh. I make me sick. How can I be so caught up, so starry-eyed?!

Still don't believe it's that bad?

Choice unedited excerpts coming up. Be prepared. You have been warned :P.

• Gosh, I really like him. Usually my crushes never last long but this crush stayed for three year (!!!)

• The first time I phoned to him was when he was sick (he has a really weak body) for three or four days. Poor guy. My hands were shaking like a leaf and my heart was beating very, very hard. I let out a breath when our conversation finished.

• Danielle and Prince Henry got married and lived happily EVER AFTER!! Sometimes, I used to ponder that would I be that lucky!?

• I don't want to be imagining things but I think he likes me. But he is older than me 4 years. He might like me but I don't wanna get my hopes up high. I don't even know his name!!

• Friend A also told me that Friend B also like Guy C. Well, I am not afraid of competition. All is fair in war and in LUV.

• He is damn handsome, man! He has long hair that is juz right, flawless face (which include of course handsome features) and fair complexion.

• Okay, my wish came through. I got much more that I thought. On the way to the canteen, I saw him but I think he saw me too. He juz pretended not to, since we passed each other in the corridors. After he passed (which is very fast) I let out a sigh. Of relief or pleasure or satisfaction? I honestly don't know. Maybe all three of them together.

• Gosh, that is so sweet of Guy X. And he is so flexible. He could improvise. Good. HE'S PERFECT!!!

• Guess what? He saw me and I saw him. He still have the ability to make my heart jump faster and make me blush. And that was like two or three meters apart. Talk about being a lady-killer.

How utterly embarassing. Was my English EVER that horrible?! Oh no! And my spelling! I noticed I spelt disappointed as "dissapointed" a few times. I don't know which is worse - my atrocious English or my "obsession" over this particular guy who used to dominate my thoughts and journal :P

Lol. I even wanted to send a fanmail to Liverpool/Michael Owen. Ahhhh. So funny.

Dear Liverpool/Michael Owen,

I know this year has not been very well for you, but let's not lose hope. No matter how worse things get, they still could get better, if you try your best to improve.

Don't worry, us Liverpool fans out here will be behind you all the way. Keep going, don't fret.

Remember True fans will always support you all, no matter how worse you get.

Yours truly,

..............

OMYGAWD! I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Imagine! A 12-year-old girl telling LIVERPOOL AND MICHAEL OWEN not to "lose hope"! Ahhhhhh. This is killing me! The final sentence!!!!! ROTFLMAO. NO MATTER HOW WORSE YOU GET. Wahlaueh. Sounds like I'm cursing Liverpool. ahahahahahhahaha. Seriously. I can't believe this.

Ah. The priceless things you do in the first flush of teenagedom and hormones...I don't dare to say 'love' because, obviously, what I felt was not love at all.

I'm glad to say that the giggly 12-to-14-year-old in me has transformed into a not-so-giggly-but-still-quite-ditzy-19-year-old with MUCH BETTER ENGLISH, if I may say so myself *ahem ahem*. Not that it's difficult to raise above that level of English seen in my journal.

I would also like to think that I have matured a whole lot. At least my intensely private journal (started last year) does not contain any heady gushing over cute boys. And nope, none on this blog either. See, I saved you the trouble from going through my archive. :)

I'm glad that I've turned out the way I am, despite my worrisome self at the start of teenagedom. I'm surrounded by people who make me happy and I try to make them happy, too. Sometimes it's hard not to take their love for granted, because I always use the excuse that 'they should love and accept me for who I am'. But if I truly love them in return, I should want to change for the better and not cause them grief anymore. Therefore, I hereby will try to correct my 'glaring' flaws for the sake of everyone's happiness.

So speaketh the matured AhJin.

Point to ponder - would I be who I am today, if I wasn't who I was back then? :) Growing up is so interesting, don't you think?

A quick update

Just sat for my English Literature Unit 6 today.

Wooh!

2 A Levels subjects down! Byebye A Level Law! Byebye Eng Lit!

Now, all that's standing between me and freedom is Economics Unit 6, next Monday 1.30 pm.

Ahhh..the whiff of freedom so close by makes my head grow dizzy. How to study like that? :)

Saw this graffiti on one of the tables in the library -

'Cause I miss you body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
You know my heart is by your side

Yes, I know it's from the ultra corny Daniel Beddingfield song, but please ignore the 'catchy' chorus and read the excerpt just as it is.

Once more, I'm in awe. How do those damn songwriters always manage to put into words the emotions I feel? Is my feelings so generic that it can be easily mass produced by those pop-songwriting machines? :P

Oh well. Whatever. I'm just happy that there are words to describe how I feel inside. Don't have to keep it all bottled up or go erm...ah....err...

Yes, I'm too lazy to write an all-original Foong Jin poem. I already wrote one :)