Make me a glass of lemonade and draw the curtains.
Just now, I witnessed the most hilarious thing I've seen in weeks. A whole studio full of middle aged women were shaking their booty and screaming toDavid Cassidy. My GOD. Can you imagine your mom grinning like a starstruck teen and shaking hysterically as her heartthrob reaches out to shake her hand? I kept bursting out in laughter. It just seemed wrong. But they were having fun, much to the embarrassment of their children. Ha Ha.
Oh, and I managed to see the children from The Cosby Show. I SO love that series. That and Full House. Seeing the kids all grown up, listening to how Bill Cosby has inspired them and shown them good examples throughout the years was truly fascinating. Tempestt actually did a degree in Finance at NYU while she was filming the series because Bill saw how much she wanted it and managed to work around her schedule. Amazing.
And they discussed how Bill wanted to change people's perceptions about Black families living in the US. That there does exist an upper middle class Black family with successful parents who love their kids and raise them with discipline and love. He even went as far as putting up art done by Black artists portraying their people and it shows how proud he is of his own culture.
Now that made me a little humbler. I am proud of my country. My culture. My family. We eat at my grandma's house on most nights. We sit at the living room together and talk or just listen. My parents, grandparents and auntie (because she was there a lot too) raised me with as much love and discipline as the Cosbys and I'm very happy that they did.
ps: My mom DID have a HUGE CRUSH on David Cassidy when she was a teen. HA HA HAAA. Him and the Osmond brothers. And Michael Jackson pre-op. Seriously, David Cassidy in the 70s is enough to make ANY girl swoon. Sigh. Ok bye.
By candlelight and handphone, the four of us sat at the dinner table talking and laughing as we observed Earth Hour in Unit 29. I managed to convince my housemates to switch everything off for an hour tonight. It's a tiny step towards reducing Carbon emissions and preserving the environment. I made sure I switched off the plugs as well. :D Actually, being vegetarian also means you reduce Carbon emissions. I have yet to cure my insatiable hunger for chicken but I suppose I tolerate going vego better than some people. Man, I should've had cheese with the pisang goreng just now.
My mind was filled with ideas a few hours ago. Somehow they vanished with the sun.
I'm waiting for a promise of hope renewed.
My mom says she likes annoying little girls who crave for her attention. Like those she has to deal with during Program Bakti. Must be all those years raising me.
Oooh. And I LOVE looking at Cocker Spaniels! Like Lady in Lady and the Tramp. I just found out that they would leak urine when excited. That was hilarious. They're so pretty though. Don't you think so? I wish I had a cats to name Bagheera and Baloo.
Sigh. When will Shaheera ever grow up?
ps: Dr Salwa says I'm a good girl. :D. Coz I did a good job of eradicating my infection. Whee! You have no idea how happy that tiny, seemingly unimportant statement made me feel. It made me smile the whole day. Haha.
Sitting on my stairs at home, cats sleeping at our feet
I was reading Neil Gaiman's Sandman when I came across something that made me do a double take. Lucifer told Dream that all this while, he thought he rebelled and went against God and etc. But then he realised that it's all part of the Creator's plan and he was merely fulfilling a small segment of it. He then pondered how much of it did God know about in advance.
I found it interesting. You probably don't. Nevertheless, you know how events seem to unfold in front of you, and you make choices which affects the outcome. And behind all that is the All-knowing Creator.
Oh and seeing the depictions of Hell creeps me out. I'm sure what human minds fathom is nothing as horrifying as the truth that awaits.
I learned this one thing from The Sims 2. They have this Sanity meter by the corner which you keep in check by executing all your 'Wants'. Now, if the meter suddenly dips to alarming levels, naturally you'd try to boost it up again before you end up retarded. However, the lower your sanity level is, the tougher it is to carry out your Wants. So it's a cycle of sorts. When you hit rock bottom, you fry your brains and end up wanting really simple, mundane things like Peeing or Eating. Then slowly, you're able to regain your Sanity again.
Now let's try to put that in a more realistic context. You fall sick. You're far from home, your friends are busy with work, partners and their own problems, you're single. All this makes you depressed. And you know what happens when you're depressed? Your immune system plunges and thus you're sick for much longer. As you can see, it's another cycle. Until one day, you realise you're sitting in a pile of rotting manure and decide that since noone is going to take care of you, you might as well do it yourself. So you start slowly, like doing laundry and cooking scrambled eggs.
No. I'm still under the watchful eye of Despair and Desire. That's why I cry before I sleep. Before I walk in the realm of Oneiros, waiting for Destiny to reveal itself to me. All that babble means my Sanity meter is still in the Red Danger zone.
(Okla, I'm not doing so bad. I'm just lazy, fat and anti social. And wanting to berdrama. :P)
And when you're lost, in dire need, Who's at your side, at lightning speed.
Oh man, I so have to start studying soon. Like 2mrw. Oh dear, I think I feel motivation bubbling inside me. Haha. I suppose that's a good sign, no? Oh well. But I have a date with my housemates at the fish market 2mrw. And I have the urge to drop by Lindt for some macarons. :D Meh.
Happy Birthday Mad! Thank you for your friendship, all the compliments, for believing that I'm a better person than I think I am and thanks for trying. Happy birthday to someone charismatic, funny, confident, amazing, entertaining, smart and dependable. Mad, don't look too much into things, life isn't there for you to scrutinise. Ha Ha.
Okay, besides the obsession with the cute boys in Across the Universe and all the songs in there, I've also been replaying songs from The Jungle Book and The Lion King over and over again. In Colonel Hathi, there's this one part where the baby elephant goes, 'In a Miritaly style.' Sumpah Comel Gile, I keep squealing when it comes on, no joke. And no, that isn't a typo, he actually says it that way. Oh and there's also That's What Friends are For. Yea, I'm waiting for my sweethearts to sing it to me. Ha Haaaa...
Aaannd caan you feel the love toniiiiiighhhhttt....
When it's rising when it's set, But all I can think about is Sex.
It's weirdly comforting when the doctor looks down at me and says 'You poor girl...'. This woman is seriously fierce and stern. To have her say that makes me feel slightly better. :P. I'm on another round of antibiotics. This time its Flucloxacillin which is a Methicillin, an antibiotic resistant to the beta lactamase activity of certain bacteria. I finished up my Cephalexin, which is a cephalosporin, which is just another alternative to Penicillin. I actually did learn all this in class. This isn't from Wikipedia. *laughs proudly*. God, I'm such a geek. *smacks head*
Anywaaaayyyyy, yesterday was Hawa's birthday! Woot woot! Happy Birthday Hawa! We arranged a candlelit dinner for her and Anas in her room. We cleaned it up, arranged the furniture and cooked a three course meal for them (okay so it was just the lamb). We had all her favourite food. :D We pretended it was a restaurant and the girls were the waitresses, the guys were the chefs and Zek was the dude who serenades the lovestruck couples. And man, you should have seen the big fat tears streaming down her face! Another job well done sweethearts! You guys are awesome! *thumbs up*
Then we spent the night eating, talking and watching Across The Universe! Sigh. This is what keeps me going every week here in Sydney. Without these people and bonding sessions like these, I don't think I'd be as happy. Haha. Although I'm pretty sure, this year, things aren't going to be like what they used to. Responsibilities increase, Sunny's gone, priorities reshuffle, money's decreasing and new people come in. Oh well. At least we still have each other now. :D
Oh OHHHH!! And while waiting for HawAnas last night, we watched The Lion King! Yay yay yay yayyyyyyyyy....Alaa, tak sempat tengok sampai habis. :( I would like some pancakes. Would you?
All you need is love (crap, I keep singing this in my sleep)
A little update. Life has been crap this past few days. My body really has been rebelling against me. My swollen right eye. An eczema comeback. A few other private problems. But the clincher has to be that boil way down there. Why am I telling you all this? Because I want to share my bloody pain with all of you. Don't read it if you don't want to. But I sure as hell am going to document this. As a reminder to take care of myself better and a warning to kids out there to practice good hygiene. And just cause you'll know under the smiles I'm actually suffering.
Now, if you're thinking of a pimple the size of a thumb tack or perhaps even the size of a Mentos, you've got it all WRONG. It grew to such grotesque proportions. Imagine something more along the line of a ping pong ball. Except its not perfectly spherical. Even the doctor examining me was cringing and gasping. Which is a clear indication that something is seriously wrong or seriously gross. I had to take antibiotics and painkillers, which btw, did not eliminate all the pain. She also gave me an MC for this week. HA HA. My mom told me to rest so yea. No class. HA HA.
It's quite funny actually, when you see me limping up and down the stairs. I can barely walk to the kitchen to fill my jug of water. What's not funny is peeing. The urine fucking stings the infected area. And the fact that all your weight is shifted to your ass makes it all worse. I can't sit so I spend my days n nights standing hunched in front of the computer or lying in bed with a book. And sleeping. You also have to remember codeine plus paracetamol makes people drowsy, thus why I always nod off. Oh and it's painful to Sujud too. Hmm.
Alhamdulillah, yesterday Mount Vesuvius erupted. Most of the pain has gone but since only half of it has drained, it still stings slightly and it's still swollen in places. It's okay. At least the worse is over, hopefully and I shall be as good as new this weekend. Sigh. Then I'll have to start cooking and REALLY taking care of myself.
ps: Thanks Zek for lunch! And Ayin for offering to cook for me! And May for the advice about Garlic. :P Love you guys! :D
Well I'm runnin down the road, tryin to loosen my load
I feel happy(er) today. I mean now. I managed to push aside the pain and laugh at 'Dan in Real Life'. Not in a mean way. Its very bittersweet you see. He's all depressed, screwing up his life and family but yet he found someone he really loves. Classic I tell you. His parents said that he should do something for himself but when he finally did, everything else got screwed up. But I guess like all movies, which force feeds us lies, eventually everyone got their happy ending. Except maybe Mitch, but then again he got Renovated Pigface to bed. So I'm sure that worked out fine.
I swear I keep replaying the part where his daughter Kara runs after her bf and screams at her dad, 'YOU are a MURDERER of LOVE!!!'. My god, I was laughing like shit. So the drama. Naive angsty teenage girl. I love it. :D And falling in love in three days? Pfft. Kids, its a MOVIE. Its all LIES.
Oh and I wished I could do the whole weekend getaway with my whole family. Its SO cute how they even get up for morning aerobics together. That made me miss home a little more. How when you wake up you can see your granma feeding your cousin. Or your auntie putting a fresh batch of pancakes on the table. Or another auntie surprising you with your favourite rendang even though its far from Raya. I now feel like having scrambled eggs with cheese, just like how Oma used to make them for me in the mornings. Sigh.
Oh and I happened to Google, Wiki and Googlism my nickname, Sheera. Pretty interesting results. My fave from Googlism: ' sheera is so intimidated by humans that she is kept in an enclosure away from everyone in order to protect her privacy'. Ahahahahaha. Oh and apparently there's ANOTHER cartoon character by the name Sheera. We all know He-man's sister She-Ra of sword wielding, horse riding fame. But there's also a Sheera in Moby Dick and Mighty Mightorwho is the village chief's daughter. Yes, I amself absorbed. So are you.
Okay, I think those scrambled eggs are coming up. Toodles.
I couldn't help myself. I succumbed to the call of Oprah yesterday afternoon. Ha ha. Yesterday, it was all about women's health. An interesting fact about women: when we are ovulating, we get a huge surge of Testosterone (aka the 'Desire Hormone') which induces us to *ahem* go out and copulate. Which probably explains a lot. *cough*. I read somewhere that men have twenty times more of the hormone than women. Therefore, it isn't wrong to say that all men are pervs and think about sex all the time. Except when football comes on. The urge comes back on when their fave team scores a goal or wins. And it increases ten fold when they win the Championship. So ladies, be prepared.
I can't sit properly because I have something on the most awkward place on my body. Goddamit it hurts like hell. All the chafing. Which is why I'd rather just lie down. Pah. Im silently praying that it will leave by Sunday and I don't get a fever. Because then I'd have to see the doctor and I don't like seeing doctors. Damn you Staph Aureus! (now, there are other bacteria responsible but SAs are the most common. :D)
My family is in Bandung now. They're shopping and meeting up with my aunties and uncles over the weekend. Pah. Jealous much. My mom asked if I can take a plane there. I said, 'No mom, Iya ada 2 meetings this weekend and I have classes on Friday.' She then said, 'Too bad for you then.' and laughed that famous cackle of hers. Pfft.
Every time I picture gravy on hot chips my heart starts to ache. I think I'm going crazy. I also think I need a chocolate cupcake with salted caramel peanuts on top of peanut butter frosting. I think I need a hug. I think I need to cry. I think I need a heat pack. I think I miss you. I think I need a pillow to sit on. I think this is stupid because PMS is OVER. I think I need some meat. I think I've gotten too much sun. I think I'm starting to get lazy early. I think there's something wrong with my body.
ps: I had Cheese Testing during my Biotech Lab today. Ngeh Ngeh. I'm liking this course already. :P
And so, the new session begins. I'm still lethargic, I haven't gotten any momentum and I don't have any text books. Yet all I can think about are steak sandwiches oozing with cheese and mounds of caramelised onions. Damn you Esquire! I've been reading The Best Sandwiches in America. Goddamit. Unfortunately, most of the meat in them are swine. :(
I then stumbled upon pictures of Sara Rue, the star of Less Than Perfect. She lost SO much weight! It's like SHIT, there goes ANOTHER role model. I mean America Ferrera is also thin now. So is Peter Jackson (you guys REALLY should see his transformation). What am I supposed to do? Oh, Sara Rue looks like Reese Witherspoon now btw. I think it's the chin. I swear if I lost that much weight I'd look like Reese too. :P I suppose I should start going to the gym eh?
Oh and Prince Charles has recently banned foie gras from 'all royal menus'. Good on him. Out with cruelty against those poor ducks and geese. Do you know HOW they culture foie gras? Through this DISGUSTING process called gavage. People would force feed the birds through a funnel until their livers enlarge to unimaginable proportions. Not joking. So people, please, hands off the liver.
Edit: okay sorry I can't help but put this in. Some women have decided to boycott Glamour magazine because theyphotoshopped America Ferrera's pictureon the cover. I find it a tad ridiculous to go to such lengths but I guess faking an actress' real size in order to make her look aesthetically pleasing to the public downgrades people's self esteem.
For as long as I could remember, the four of us shared everything.
Okay. Do you know how to gauge when you're having pms? No no, its not when you're ALWAYS emo. That defeats the point of MOOD SWINGS. This is when you laugh real hard half the night and you crawl under the sheets with a big grin and a feeling of satiation. Then all of a sudden, you feel tears dripping down your cheeks because you just feel SAD. No particular reason except for the buildup of grief. Then after fifteen minutes of actually FINDING reasons to be sad, you think about Russell Peters and you're laughing like a donkey again. Weird no? Congrats, you've passed PMS101.
Oh-Em-Gee. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants have a second movie coming out this August. I am SO watching it. So what if the cinema's infested with 16 year olds? I'll fit right in. And I'm wondering, what will it take for people to realise that you've become a woman? I'm not saying I am one, I'm just curious. Even physically, it's hard to discern. The girls in sisterhood CLEARLY look more adult then they did in the previous movie. I know it has something to do with makeup and perhaps America Ferrera's weight loss but still, it has to be something else. I just can't quite put my finger on it. Oh. And that's Kate Voegele btw singing in the trailer. Aka Mia in OTH. :D
Oh. And I REALLY have to settle my eating habits properly. The problems are starting to reemerge and I have to do something about it. Sigh. Wish me good luck people! :D
ps: I can't stop playing Dear Maria! And I'm wearing my tighty whities tee shirt! Wheeee!
Man Oh Man. I just came back from Russell Peters with Fini. It was worth EVERY cent! He was just mind BLASTING-ly funny. He brought along two other comedians, Ahmed Ahmed and Jo Koy. They had the whole place in tears with laughter! (does that phrase even exist?)
My fave has to be Jo Koy. He was making fun of his mom and son. I laughed SO hard! His impersonations of his mom are SO believable and they look exactly like Malaysian mothers (he's Filipino) that I clapped real hard every time the punchline came. Go check him out on his myspace. No I did not put his url here. Go find him urself lazy ass funks. How hard is it to google Jo Koy?
Anyway, I wish my brother would one day become a stand up comedian. Then I'm pretty sure I'd be the star of his show and the butt of all his jokes. Tee Hee. Well, everyone laughs at my expense all the time now anyway. What's the difference if a few hundred random people do it too? But I'm pretty sure he'd be banned in Malaysia because making fun of one's own country and the races there is just 'not our culture'. Well not out in the open anyway.
Ah, I think I just cultivated abs of steel tonight. Seriously, if you guys get the chance, do check these guys out. Awesome awesome. It'll make ALL your troubles dissipate. :D
ps: I had another dose of Fables! :D Poor Boy Blue. But a lesson learned, if you wait too long, the person you want will lose interest and forget you. And once certain friendship lines have been crossed, there's no turning back. Oh, and King Fly sangat mantap plis. :D
When you find out you can live without it, and go along not thinking about it..
I'm still in the holiday mood. Okay, technically I'm still ON holidays but I've got other work to do. Yet, I'd rather dip my toes in sand, stare at the rotating fan blades and hum along to my laptop.
However! I have accomplished half of this week's to-do list! Though it may be scant but these are not easy tasks for unmotivated girls with a bad case of dehydration. Oooohhh..and someone fixed one of dryers in the laundry room. Oh how I love hugging those crisp and clean clothes once they tumble out all warm. Sigh. Oh and I've finally gotten round to making the Kek Batik for my neighbour who has been bugging me to wits end since Malaysia.
I was thinking of The Lion King just now and I just realised that in normal prides, ousting male lions is normal because each pride can only have one or two males called a 'coalition'. Seeing Scar is the stronger male, Simba was banished. Oh, and male cubs are naturally kicked out once they're about to reach maturity. So kids, in real life, this happens EVERYDAY. It's not just because their uncle/father/male relative is an evil psychopath. As much as I love Disney, they're peppered with lies. Like talking animals, mermaids and falling in love after 2 days. But I suppose all children need fantasies. What they encounter when they grow up will have to wait. :D
ps: Alamak, and I've been looking at food porn. :S. At least I'm not crying my nose off. :D
I promised myself I won't write about sad things. So here I am, laughing at the sheer idiocy of things. Watching circles fuse and finally accepting the reality that hits me five times a year.
It's okay. It may be gloriously sad but honestly, it's so ridiculously funny that I got into fits of laughter instead.
Oh well. Maybe coming to terms with fate is much better than dwelling on whatnots and what-have-beens. Besides, I have more time to concentrate on other matters. Like The 15 Most Bizzare Animal Mating Rituals. And no, I do not have some weird fetish involving animals. I just find these terribly fascinating (that does not mean I'm turned on peabrain!).
And Jamsy Wamsy is baaaack! Another good dose of girl talks and movie mania. Oh and One Tree Hill. Shit. I gotta bring loadsa tissue paper. Enjoy whats left of the weekend kids! :D
Okay. Let's say there's this couple. The girl is financially stable, doing alright in her studies and has a great relationship with her family and friends. The guy is struggling with Uni, is mostly broke and hasn't talked to his parents in three months.
Now, my dear readers, how many of you know people in this situation who support their boyfriends financially? How many of you question whether what they're doing is right or wrong? I honestly know more people who go or have gone through this than I can count on one hand.
Can you really go on with your life obliviously when you see your partner struggling with theirs? It's probably easier to fathom guys supporting girls because its more acceptable in society but when girls do it for their men then people have a lopsided view about it. Egos will definitely be challenged but the girls can't help it. Love, they call it.
Some people think paying off someone is the easiest way to love. They say that buying stuff for their partners don't mean much. Bullshit.
As if spending money for your boy doesn't come with sacrifices. Just imagine having to decline your weekly 'Girls Night Out' with your girlfriends because you've spent your money on his groceries. You have to give your brother his birthday present 4 months late because your bf used it to pay his phone bill or traffic summons. You secretly withdraw money from your 'other' savings account just so he can pay the deposit for his apartment. Yeah, the one you were hoping to keep to send your parents on a surprise cruise on their 25th anniversary. Not such a walk in the park now ain't it?
Wait, I can't remember where I'm going with this. Hahaha. It was just something I was mulling over in the shower. Well, it's better than thinking about..mm..nevermind...:)
A dash of Disney, a sprinkle of pop punk, lashings of sweet treats, a pinch of superheroes, bundles of laughter and a tinge of crankyness.
All wrapped up in a pretty package that resembles the Cookie Monster.
Also self proclaimed Princess of Le Cupcake Kingdom
People I love. Music. Sweet treats. Singing animals. Movies. Princes. Books. Fables. Hindustan Heroes.
Sinks my Ship
Rude people working in hospitality and sales. Long queues. Idiots CUTTING long queues. People who Patronise.
Wishlist
To finally figure out what I'm meant to do. To travel the world. To eat anything without gaining ungodly amounts of weight. To get my happily ever after. :)
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