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I was doing research about which states I should go when I sign up for Work And Travel. So I asked around my friends who are currently studying there.

Me?

Minnie Mouse? 

Erh...

So I got free ticket from Digi and went to the AAR concert with MC and my cousin. The queue was freaking long like almost 300 metres from the enterance. We cut queue and got in faster. Kept us waiting for a while and Disagree came to play, then Pop Shuvit which I got surprised cos they played better than Disagree. Then One Buck Short. Never like them at all.

The two host came in and gave away some Digi prizes with the condition that audience should answer correctly. Questions was pretty lame and I guess they didn't manage to catch our attention. Well, the prizes wasn't really attractive at the first place. No, basically there wasn't anything that catch our attention until AAR came in and we got high. I got high. Jumped around like mad.

There were too many long pauses. We had to wait for 40 mins for AAR to appear. And MCs didn't do a good job in entertaining the crowd, my cousin said. Instead, there were repetitive of Digi Music advertisements where they compiled all the latest songs(but only chorus) together. I was laughing there when the crowd had nothing to do and when the ad appeared, they sang along with the ad.  When the ad came out two times, they sang again. And again. And again. They sang the loudest along with the ad was Taylor Swift (LOL) and Pixie Lott's chorus. By now you should know the gender of the crowd. Then they kept singing until they got fed up cos AAR just wouldn't come out. And between the ads, there were some artistes talking. The crowd cheered for those Mat Salleh that they like such as AAR, Lady Gaga, Marie Digby... As if they were played live. They also boo-ed when Daniel Lee said 'Hi' through the ad. Haha. 

Other than the lame and long pauses, the concert was pretty awesome. But the other young boys jumped and pushed people around really pissed me off. We backed off very far away to continue watching AAR.

Great night.
Thank you Digi Music! This concert came in just nice as a celebration of semester break!

PS: Dirty Little Secrets was the best song of all! Oh, and the guitarist totally made me melted...

OKAY! Time for a boring update of what I've practically done since the previous post.

In the world of Broadcasting, we undergo three processes namely Pre-Production, Production and Post- Production. It is said that planning(Pre-Production) is very important. It's also where you find all the stuff that you want and take away those that you don't want. It's also where everybody is supposed to be really busy with research since I'm doing Documentary. Then you shoot during Production and take a short break during Post. BUT I WORKED MY ASS OFF THROUGHOUT... Maybe I should stop complaining. But I'm getting major black eye already! Thanks Bala, now I should be worried about it.

The editing is like a never ending stuff. It's been two weeks and I'm going to puke for everything I see on screen. Tomorrow's the dateline and Thank God for that, I can stop puking by then.

Then I shall declare independence from classes. In fact, my holidays starts today. Sent my resume out to a few companies and if they want me, I'd be occupied with work for two months. Otherwise, I'll occupy En Zo at home. Anyway, I realised that I'm a depressive when I have nothing to do. So, to keep myself from being a further depressive, I borrowed MC's harddisk. Watched An American Crime and another film which has no name on the file. Both are torturous enough.










to be honest i really don't know why i am writing here since my life's pretty colorful right now. so fun that i don't think i need to write every moment to remember them. well, maybe i would have more things to write when i'm left alone one day. when everybody's got their stuff to do. then it will be the most realistic moment of life. that we are all going to be lonely. so leave, or be left in the community.

I am loading Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me just to watch and call it a day.

I couldn't believe myself wanting to hear her "Our Story" when I managed to find a Nyonya Kebaya that I have been looking for, since a week ago. Well, not exactly found but at least it's closer to me. Am going to the school tomorrow tho' to settle some stuff. No. MANY STUFFS.

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I've been so disorganized in my project and I'm sorry to my groupmates. I cause them to be lost in planning the project. Undeniable, there are people that stronger than me and I tend to feel defeated by their words and ideas. Thank you for your encouragements but I'm still a pessimist.



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Yes, I know I shouldn't feel that way or things are not going to progress. Emotions can really stop you from doing anything. It's shits.

Anyway, I miss En Zo.

Okey, I find myself have nothing to update. What's wrong???

But sometimes it's really tiring to tell something that you're already tired of. Like you just don't want to think of it. But you cannot sleep without thinking it. It makes you think when you're eating, shopping, facebooking, farming. What's that? Stress or something? Anxiety?


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Oh, it's done!! Bye!!!

I passed Media Law & Ethics - The most scary paper in my entire course.

I've got a niece since September 3rd. She's still not given a name yet.

There's a job looking for me. It's basically data entry for a research company. Am working until Friday.

I'm taking Documentary Production and will be doing a documentary about Baba Nyonya for real this time.

I will be going back to Batu Pahat on the week of 3rd October for niece's first month.

I'm quite free this semester and but kept myself busy since I got back from Batu Pahat.

After Effects makes magic!! Yes, I'm self-learning and hopefully this motivation can go on for at least a month.

I've been spending almost a hundred and today's not even the tenth day of September yet!

Life's been fair to me in the new semester. And I'm glad of it.


Size and highlight of the font above shows its significance of my days.

This time, Angeline's right. I told her my reluctance to go back BP three weeks ago because I had so much fun in KL and she said "You'll feel the same before you come back to KL again".

I was walking down the street to the bus station this morning. I managed to look around even though I was rushing to the station. It's an old town filled with old folks sitting on wooden chairs. Very old wooden chairs. The folks were practically doing nothing but sit around and look at the streets every day. Easy and slow pace life, that only happens in small town like Batu Pahat. I witnessed them watching birds flying high up on the skies above, I watched them walking around their neighborhood trying to find something to do. I watched them eating a plate of wan tan mee slowly. I'd seen this when I was helping out at the shop lately.

A grey sky morning and empty street accompanied me walk to the station. Barely were there cars passed by. Then I found myself surrounded by old buildings of chinese association, sikh temple, and a trishaw riding across the street. It was calm. So peaceful that I felt reluctant to leave the town again.

Around this time, I'm suppose to hear some children music played from Enzo's toy car. Or probably his crying or shouting in the bathroom for being naughty. Or his mom's yelling at him for not wanting to bath. Now, I'm hearing some love birds talking on Skype. I shouldn't be listening to the conversation. Now I'm living in my own life again. Now, my gang's not back to go crazy with me yet.

It usually takes a bit time to help me get back to this kind of life :(

I thought it's time to post up something here after two weeks.
But the thing is I don't know what to write about.
Yeah, that's how unproductive my life has been.

Well I'm currently back home with my family, and like always, there's always something new or different each time I come back. Sometimes we have our feng shui changed, En zo gigantic toys, relatives who come visit and stay over at our place, etc. So what's new this time?

My family member has increased from 5 to 7 members , and one more on the way. Yeap, I'll have a baby niece very soon. Name is undecided, still.
Oh ya, I've got a maid at home. House-maid. She works a lot that I think sometimes we are violating the maid's rights. I won't tell what we have done( We're not into abuse or violence) but her rights is always an issue to me because I'm very worried that some people may misuse them, treating maids as maids insteado of human. Yet, I'm the youngest at home so all I could do is suggest, not advice. Dammit.

I've been helping out at the shop during the evening business. It's not been good since the day I helped out. See how unattractive I am? I chase customers away. Haha. So working at night is the only thing I do back here. Other than that, I only sit and eat. Imagine, I could sit at the same position for three freaking hours playing facebook. Stupid Farmville makes me like a game addict. And I'm growing sideways now. I AM GROWING SIDEWAYS AND I AM WORRIED. Yes, you've heard it right. I'm finally worried for my unattractiveness.

I ought to find something to do... I came back with plans actually. I was supposed to upload pictures for my documentary, learning editting tutorials, watch a movie a day. But it wasn't happening at all. Then I watch myself go fat and I decided that I should at least do SOMETHING. So I tried to play Wii. At least that could make me sweat ma. It took my brother one day to find his long lost Wii. It took me another day to charge those batteries. And then I got lazy to plug because I have only two hours to play then have to keep them before monster En Zo comes down and makes disasters.

If you guys want to know how's that fart has been doing? He's doing very well with his baby langugage. And he is stubborn. Spoiled brat. Just the other day he was making noise and pointing at the car parked at the outside my house. I ignored him. He took the car key and pushed me to the door and pointed here and there. So I brought him to the park. He was walking pretty fast, almost look like running and tripped! Hehe. He actually rolled upside down for one and a half round. Then you know la, what happens next. Took him three seconds to realise what happen and cry. Hehe. 

But good thing is he talks a bit better now. At least he knows how to call us. And likes talking on phone. I love watching him playing alone with his bears as imaginary friends. That's when I know that he's growing up :) and I'm growing old :(

I officially hailed for independence since last Friday presentation on my documentary. It was about a family business that sells only one kind of food in the shop and surprisingly it survives for sixty years. No need for more say, I will upload it here when it's time to show.

So what did I do after that? I did lesser things, think lesser too. Seriously, there's nothing much I've learned since Friday. Maybe that's why we call it holidays. Yeah, it makes us become lazier, big spender, happier and do things that we always thought it's crazy but it's actually not. We always said that going for movie marathon or shop 'till you drop is a mad yet worth-doing idea after exams. Now to really think back, I think the time I spent doing my assignments were even way crazier than those outings. So what's the real craze here?

Tomorrow I'm heading back to BP and I'm going to baby sit Enzo, yes. I'm not sure when did it start but I've been feeling more tiring staying in BP than in Cheras. I told my friends that taking care of a child is equivalent to multi-tasking three assignments. Whatever it is, I enjoy taking care of that fart (than assignments). At least he makes me slimmer by running from the living room to the kitchen then back and forth.

I'm having my break until end of this month and there's only one subject that I'm taking next sem. Documentary production. Yes. It's to produce a documentary of any 'decent' issues. I hope it's going to be fun since I'm only taking one freaking subject. Which means I may have lots of free time and I don't know what to do about it. I thought of working. But I gave myself too many excuses that I think I'm just going to be lazy until the new year comes. Gawd, someone push me!

Prolly I should go get a life. Get a love life. Speaking bout that, now all my housemates already got their boyfriends and sometimes it makes doesn't really make me want to stay at home. Except when Steph's at home, I'd usually get out from that lovey dovey house. Whether it is distance, lust, or perfect match, you name it, we've got it right here at my apartment.

And I guess I should sleep now too. I'm too old to stay awake at 2.30 in the morning anymore. 

Time: 12.50 AM.
I am not asleep yet. Class at 8 tomorrow. WOOT.

My friends have been talking, chilling, blogging of how slacking we are right now.

We are slacking.
We are slacking.
We are slacking.

Seeing so many assignments ahead, I know I am going to procastinate until the day before I die( by end of the semester).

I don't know why I'm blogging but I just want to say that... Hm... My brain's not been working hard and so am I.

But surprisingly I am not feeling bad or guilty for not working hard. Haha. Real time slumber.

And it goes like...Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

How serious exactly has h1n1 been spreading in our society? I don't know cos' my friends have not talked about it yet. Yes, that's how I get news and information. Friends act like news station to me. I have CNN (Corine 'N' Nick) , BBC(Bo Bo Chong channel) and the new ABC (Angeline Ng's Broadcast Channel) but none of them give me real world news. In fact, I got so packed up with stuff including weekends that I didn't really have the time to read news.

Often, I only click on Facebook, Twitter and Latest Headines when I come on internet.

What else, Barn Buddy nowadays seems to more prior than checking my mail. Barn Buddy is an interactive(not so) farming game for boring people to farm and harvest and steal fruits from friend's farm. You can get this on Facebook.

Outside the world of internet, I just sit, eat, breath and talk crap with my friends. I haven't been talking about serious stuff except to my coursemates regarding film stuff. That is the ONLY SERIOUS stuff I talk about these days.  Unproductive, I know. I just can't help but to let myself slack around with less knowledgable discussion every day.

Just the other day when I was having lunch with one of my friends, he was talking about his thoughts and uncertainties around him. Then I realised how far I fall behind. I used to think like him and I no longer do that. It's time to do some deep thoughts again, I told myself. 

So I slept, got up, brushed my teeth, went down for lunch, and stayed there with my friends longer than I expected. What took us so long is none than crapping in life.

Now, I really need help but I don't think I want it. Haha. 

PS: I've been forgetting my login name and password in LJ. Is this a sign of getting old or I haven't been blogging for long? Gosh, this can't be happening.

Over the past seven days were as if me living in dreams. Things happen in the blink of an eye. Welcome to the twenty-first century. I wouldn't mentioned what happened over the past six days but Sunday was my climax.

My group had a short film production to do. We went to an abandoned place for the shooting. Then we put our bags aside. Without noticing, all our money got lost. The story was too long to tell actually and some of my friends recommended me to write and print then distribute to those who want to know because we're too tired of repeating. All in all, we've somehow got 'robbed'.

It was really sad for me to have lost cash and my camera. Good news was there's no transaction processed on that day. Dumb thief but he's still a bastard me. Good news was my parents did not put the blame on me this time. Good news was I've found something more valuable than mere groupmates. Good news was I found true values in friends around me. Good news was I am optimistic enough to look at this matter tho' I'm still missing my Lumix and I have not told me sister yet. Good news was friends bought me lunch when they heard that I've got 'robbed'. Good news was I got 'robbed'.... No, no. That wasn't a good news... At all.

Call me evil but I hope that drug addict who stole dies early. Come, karma put the sin on me but don't forget to deal with him too.

I keep my own dirty secrets very well. I make sure that people will not know of my passwords. Because it is awful and dirty and people look at me like a loser. Sometimes we just got to keep them inside. So that's something people, at my age, always ask themselves... Are we really living to be who we want to be?

Just a minute ago I suddenly recalled that I left BP forgetting to bring along a my uncle's document for his daughter. It's been three days I left home. Got so busy that I never even thought about it. So I called back. Mom kept blaming me over the phone said that I always never listen to her because she asked me to put in my bag the day before I left. She blamed me for taking her words for granted. I explained that I got so busy and had no time to check. But continued to put the blame on me. Sounded me over the phone. Then I yelled back, said that I said I was too busy to bother about it... Suddenly my voice turned sore. My mind went blank. And then eyes turned red. It was too fast for this to happen that I didn't even understand why it happened. My mom repeatedly asked me what was I mumbling as she might thought my reception was bad. I tried to talk but the words just didn't come out. Those tears came down. That's when I decided not to talk to her anymore. And she thought the reception was bad and hung up the phone.

How did this happen?

Probably I never yelled back at her. I didn't mean to. In fact, I was just raising my voice by a little. It wasn't even a yell to me, actually.
Probably I never bothered to explain to her and let her live with her assumptions she always have in me. All my life. It's always been like that. Steph told me that it's dumb to behave like that because her sister is like my kind. So I tried to change this time. But it simply didn't work.

I am always my mom's daughter whose life is upon her assumption.
 

As requested by Kok Hao, here's our rough script for proposed story that we're going to hand up tomorrow. If this is approved, we're going to make a short film of it.

Plot:

She opens a bank book as she was told that her man suffers from cancer.

After putting make up, she approaches a lady who sits at the hallway of a row of shop lots.

Shen visits her man in the hospital. When asked of finance issue, she answers that she works as a waitress.

She dolls up herself and a guy comes to her as she stands at the hallway of the shop lots.

In the room, he starts kissing and caressing her. At first she feels fear and rejecting but he ignores to her body language.

At the hallway of the room, breathing and bed pumping sounds could be heard.

As the guy walks out, she covers herself with blanket and watches some money on the table.

As days pass, she starts to accept her life being a prostitute. Every day, men walk in and out from the room. Sometimes in a group.

One day, she finds that she’s pregnant.

Often, she visits her man in the hospital. She sees his health condition declines from day to day. Every time she visits him, she’d bring along a brown envelope and hands to the nurse at the counter.

One day as she washes some dishes at the back lane of a restaurant, a staff approaches her after a phone rings.

When she rushes to the hospital, the doctor puts off his oxygen mask.

She wanders out to a dark alley where she gets caught by a passer by. He rapes her.

Five years later, she takes out a school bag as she walks to a child who is wearing his shoes. She kisses him.

 

So I took a train ride to Subang from Cheras which only cost me RM2.70. To break my record, I made my way to Sunway Pyramid by taking bus. It's the Bas Mini, where there's no AC, only little space to sit, and you'd have to cramp with other people. Totally reminded me of my school bus back in my Primary School times. But most of all, the ride was only 80 sen so I shouldn't complain much.

What had the 80 sen do?

It also cost me an hour to reach my destination where I can actually spend RM7 to reach in 5 minutes time. Instead of  reaching in 10 minutes, I boarded the bus and waited under the sun that shone in for 50 minutes. I guess the bus had to be full before it could go. I got a little frustrated there. But it eventually moved.

A young Chinese girl, around my age was sitting next to me. People were standing on the aisle. Suddenly I heard someone speaking in Malay, asking the Chinese to let her seat to a grandma who's standing on the stairs. So she got up and asked the grandma to sit next to me. That grandma was so grateful and she kept thanking the girl in Chinese. If only the Malay girl understood what the grandma said since she's the one who asked the Chinese to get up.


80 sen bought me a realisation that I'm living in a multi-racial country where people think of each other instead of just races.
80 sen bought me a valuable scene that I could have missed in my entire life if I were to take cab.
80 sen bought me respect and appreciation.

I've always tried to ignore the issue of what my money value is. Sometimes it's really hard to measure how much a product cost or services worth. I'd grab things whenever I need them instead of waiting for the offer period or something. They define me as a person who doesn't count the value of money where I'm in fact a person who is lazy to count. I mean, what's the point of killing a few more brain cells just to save that few sen.

But recently this has become part of me. Not that I've been calculating much but I felt a little bit conned.

My cousin-in-law is someone I don't really like. She acts like a professional she's obviously not, speak arrogantly and in the name of respect I'd always just have to agree with whatever shit that she said, serves the country because she thinks it will be good for the sake of her child. I am not exaggerating but I really have a cousin-in-law like that and honestly, I'm a bit shame of her. Speaking of her, she asked me to help out in one of her event this weekend. She kept asking me to get people who could do it for free. At first I rejected but she said she'd be giving me allowance if I help her but do not tell the others. Knowing her for years I knew the allowance didn't come from her. So if I were to really get her volunteer, she's the one sucking all the money up. Then I don't see a point of helping her but since she's promised to give me allowance, now my reluctance goes to the hours that I have to stuck in the event with her.

Next, the parking lots in my condo. If there are 100 car park lots, 50 percent is for a resident with car sticker(which is only available for one per unit), 30 of them were reserved to rent, and 20 were for visitors. The funny thing is that they do not allow people to park after 12AM. My sister got into an argument with the guards the other day over this. Seemed pretty aggressive but it's true. We really don't see a point of closing the parking bays after 12AM. Even for people who walk in and out of the condominium are required to show their resident ID. Otherwise, we'd have to write our names. People fake in the details. Again, there isn't any significance of writing down our details. Jian Ling told me they saw someone wrote themselves as Jay Chow. LOL.

Tesco had me frustrated over the past week for it didn't keep its promise to make the delivery in time but gave me the wrong number. I bought a wardrobe from them and I was told that it would be delivered in 7 days time, which still got me nothing after 18 days. So I called the HQ to give me the Cheras branch number. It was a wrong one. So I called back to the stupid HQ:

Me: Yesterday, your staff gave me the number of Cheras Tesco but it was a wrong number!
Staff: Oh, what number he give you?
Me : 9xxx xxxx
Staff: Ohhh, of course it is a wrong number because the number is no longer in use ma! (In a teasing tone)

What the fuck.

And when the delivery came, it didn't arrive right in front of my house. The staff told me that they do only send to the lift at ground floor. To deliver to your house, extra charge is required. So I carried the 40 over kilograms of DIY wardrobe myself. While fixing it halfway, two pieces of wood went missing. I got so fed up with all these and drove all the way to Tesco Cheras to confront them. The staff named Mohd. Zamri was kind enough to give me all the explanation and the extra charge on delivering to my front door is not true.

So I bought a wardrobe of RM200 which was RM400 before discount, and it was packaged along with all the troubles.

With all these things going on, I have no reasons to stop ignoring the value of money fact.

I was telling Vincent that I haven't got time to update my blog because my friends have occupied most of my time. And it's good to keep myself busy, then I wouldn't think much that makes me upset. More like spending time unwisely, I realised how slacking I was three weeks before this hanging around and start crapping with friends. Or sometimes, we just drove around or had some window shopping. There're all basically no good for my academic. I could feel the stack of pressure piling up. So many readings to do. So many researches waiting for me.

So I told myself to spend time wisely this week because I'm gathering with my family for cousin's wedding and wouldn't have time to do any homework weekend. Today's Wednesday. And I think I put an effort to do my work on the last two days. I did what I had to do on Monday. I skipped nap on Tuesday. Unfortunately, I couldn't stand the long-run. I started to playing Restaurant City on Facebook, not knowing what's so fun about it, Youtubing for something else instead of my assignment, taking a nap and BLOGGING. Then I keep telling myself:

I need a break.

I need a break.

I need a break.

My work is piling up like a mountain now! Urgh.

I have curly, fizzy and dry hair.
My hair is what I hate the most about myself.
But, I try to love it.

Once I met up with a friend at a saloon because I got there early and she was fixing her hair. She paid RM600 for hair-dye and something else which I couldn't remember. Then I looked myself surrounded by mirrors, and realised that I should give myself a haircut too. It was RM80. My friend kept persuading me to try this saloon.She told me how loyal she was to the saloon. She sponsored me RM20. Since then, I've never been satisfied with haircut from other places.

It's RM80, hell lot of money if I were to maintain that hair.

So I tried somewhere else. Somewhere cheaper, I'm willing to give it a try.

Yet the outcomes were ....Urgh.

Below are a few things why I get annoyed with hairstylist:

• Asking me to rebond my hair definitely shows that you have no skills to handle curly hair
• Water my hair like watering a plant, then cut. When the hair is wet, it is normally straight. So it makes it easier to... you know, cut.
• Try very hard to style and make my hair looks nice. It also means unnatural.
• Give me some Lala hairstyle. Do I look like I suit that style ah.

If I were rich, I'd definitely go back to the RM80 satisfaction guaranteed hairstylist.

Since I'm not, should I not be complaining?