"Welcome back owner! It has been eons of seconds..."
it is pretty late...
ever since Karkala posting ended, I stopped living healthy (eat and sleep wise)
tonight is another one of those late nights...
as i was flipping through albums searching for an appropriate Malay song i can sing in Lagenda (an event huge enough to come up next to Utsav) , anywayz i stubbled upon a video...
A video that stores endless memories...
A video that is capable to make my tears come rolling
A video only 4 minutes, but enough to transport me back to those moments.
A moment long lost in the labyrinth of new events...
My chest used to swell tight with hope and dream to sing!
Sing other than in the bathroom cubicle. Stand on a bright spot-lit stage. Soar along with cheers and shouts from the audience. But it never came until...
Until one summer in 2005...
I never perform a song before in my entire life be it birthday functions or wedding dinner. Neither have i took part in any singing competitions. But i knew that deep within me, the vocal system was earnest to let loose, to let the whole world know what my vocal cord can achieve.
Yet i do not know what makes me gave my name to sing in such a huge event compared to my standard. I am even amaze now with my confidence then.
Now, comes the part which inflict the emotions in me tonight...
Along with a positive changes within me, the video is also embedded with my first ever love that finally withered, my first ever friendship with a Chinese that bitterly fades off... (yeah yeah, i was an anene, i used to be swarmed by Indians, i talk, i act like them. It was a great time... well, thats another story of one of my glorious years. BTW I AM NOT RACIST DEI! )
The tension tug war of the rope snapped. It gave in to the tautness of two opposite views upon our life, decisions and principles. I guess it was nobody's wish. I still sit back sometimes and reflect upon our friendship. How it used to be, how many silly lil fights we got into, how we crawled outta a war field, how one night at Mc D can set to rays of new beginning (i cant help it but be proud to have such story that can be told to my children next time, cheesy yet real). And how for others, an abrupt turn took place again leading us into adventure that brings our distance further away...
However, we are both settled, happy and probably near contended with how our lives had brought us through the thick mist of uncertainty. I just hope that one day we can sit under a durian tree and shoot dramatic speeches at each other again, then laugh our bare gums off into the horizon. Hehe, I still love you...
Plus she always tell me that she never believe in eternity goodbyes.
"Love is blind"
Oh yeah, I am referring to the girlfriend and boyfriend love. Not the family, friends, pets, gadgets, food kinda love!
Now that I am standing within the radius of love-dovey boundaries, do i still look at the phrase the same way as i used to 2 years back?
I guess not. For i believe strongly and CAN SHOUT CONFIDENTALLY that there is someone meant for us! If he hasn't arrived, WAIT! FUCKING WAIT till he comes and blind you with his shining armor! Be it his armor is used to hide his fugly appearance or to protect him from his pussy-fying attitude. JUST WAIT!
OMIGOSH! It does happen. You don't just love someone without the first impression especially look. Then slowly, attitude, similarities, interests and desires will set in to burn the flickering fire of love ALIVE. And lets be truthful, u cant be so blind to accept someone outta your league ok!? So love ain't blind. WTF WTF WTF!
However much i detested people telling me that the right man will find you when the right time comes, I used to NOT bother about the assurance everyone seems to have with my love life and my prince charming when it is MY love life and prince charming to start with. And i alwayz alwayz alwayz put a deaf ear to the Ya-da ya-da ya-da.
Apparently and miraculously, they are right afterall. Thhfff~
So i would like to thank this particular someone who allowed me to think out of the box achieving another milestone in life. Let's call him ermm... Mushie? He ended the curse that held me from the noun, verb and proverb of relationship. It was short but nevertheless sweet. That is to fall in love and go dating while holding hands.
Nah, i'm not talking about jimmy bear. =P (Bibit dun be jealous k? Ling still sayang u~~~)
In a nutshell, tonight's entry is utterly and purely random. Good night.
Dr. Sexy Tan
(3am)
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Summary
and so, i am finally back in Malaysia after being retained in Ghandhi land for the whole year.
At the first glimpse of my parents, realization hits me like a thunderstruck that they have actually aged so much. In just a year. The creases and lines on their face are more spreading looking more pronounced. sigh....
and so, i have recovered from the stomach infections which made me felt like i was struck with combo of gastritis+pregnancy(nausea la. wtf)+diarrhea+rectal prolapse for a week. Missed an alcohol drinking session.
and so, i made it through 2nd year. I can proudly say i am a 2/5 doctor now. Dr.sexy tan! Barely scraped through (i think) but proud that i am a playful medical student. Proud that i dont study my arse completely off like the majority.
and so, i met Ariel after 2 years of saying goodbye... That bratz!!! It was a real shocker when he turned up in the yum char session. Gosh i was exhilarated. *screams high pitch* Went out for our usual get together session just da 3 of us : porky, fishy and cowie. Man, it felt so darn good.
and so, i was apart from baby bear for almost a week already... Miss him sooo much.
*snuzzles virtually*
At the first glimpse of my parents, realization hits me like a thunderstruck that they have actually aged so much. In just a year. The creases and lines on their face are more spreading looking more pronounced. sigh....
and so, i have recovered from the stomach infections which made me felt like i was struck with combo of gastritis+pregnancy(nausea la. wtf)+diarrhea+rectal prolapse for a week. Missed an alcohol drinking session.
and so, i made it through 2nd year. I can proudly say i am a 2/5 doctor now. Dr.sexy tan! Barely scraped through (i think) but proud that i am a playful medical student. Proud that i dont study my arse completely off like the majority.
and so, i met Ariel after 2 years of saying goodbye... That bratz!!! It was a real shocker when he turned up in the yum char session. Gosh i was exhilarated. *screams high pitch* Went out for our usual get together session just da 3 of us : porky, fishy and cowie. Man, it felt so darn good.
and so, i was apart from baby bear for almost a week already... Miss him sooo much.
*snuzzles virtually*
Friday, August 17, 2007
sense of déjà vu ...
I have finally ALMOST reached the end of the rollercoaster journey of medical second year's University examination.
*phewww~*
While studying, for pharmac paper to be precise, I decided to take a break with the phone camera after being dipped in a deja vu sensation. Thought it would be fun to capture the flash. =P
:: this is the exact scene of my déjà vu ... ::
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Nico Robin sings
latest song in my Japanese music library.
By Yamaguchi Yuriko
Title : My Real Life
soothing song to accompany midnight oil burning...
ENJOY!~
By Yamaguchi Yuriko
Title : My Real Life
soothing song to accompany midnight oil burning...
ENJOY!~
Monday, July 30, 2007
Candy Story #2
me: why are you puckering up your face? ( while smooching him)
he says: (open eyes and unpursed lips)
to get the maximum sensation from one of the senses, you got to block the rest.
me: uh-huh~ (killer stare)
he says: it is true wert?
when u wanna eavesdrop, you close your eyes and concentrate.
when you wanna detect a waft of an unknown aroma in the air, you don't open your mouth wert? ( matter-of-fact look. *eye brows jumping*)
me: (higher magnitude of killer stare and head-smack *kerrrrpowww*) =P
in another occasion...
me: S-T-U-D-Yla! tommorow test!
he says: i am wert... (while fiddling my right ear)
me: and what are you doing? (pointing at his fingers)
thought you said you gotta block the rest of the senses when you wanna concentrate in one?
he says: (show tongue)
see, in this case, it is different. When you are dealing with brains neurons, the more combo of senses employed, the better you remember! That is why reading aloud when you are studying helps you remember better.
So in this case, i can (continue disturb-disturb-disturb ear)
me: ... (speechless)
p/s: things to do when study has reached its limit - BLOG! WTF~ I am moving so slow......
Sue still hates pharmacology
he says: (open eyes and unpursed lips)
to get the maximum sensation from one of the senses, you got to block the rest.
me: uh-huh~ (killer stare)
he says: it is true wert?
when u wanna eavesdrop, you close your eyes and concentrate.
when you wanna detect a waft of an unknown aroma in the air, you don't open your mouth wert? ( matter-of-fact look. *eye brows jumping*)
me: (higher magnitude of killer stare and head-smack *kerrrrpowww*) =P
in another occasion...
me: S-T-U-D-Yla! tommorow test!
he says: i am wert... (while fiddling my right ear)
me: and what are you doing? (pointing at his fingers)
thought you said you gotta block the rest of the senses when you wanna concentrate in one?
he says: (show tongue)
see, in this case, it is different. When you are dealing with brains neurons, the more combo of senses employed, the better you remember! That is why reading aloud when you are studying helps you remember better.
So in this case, i can (continue disturb-disturb-disturb ear)
me: ... (speechless)
p/s: things to do when study has reached its limit - BLOG! WTF~ I am moving so slow......
Sue still hates pharmacology
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Candy Story #1
i was still asleep when i heard my door squeaked.
it was definitely after 9 in the morning because bi had left for classes the last time i checked... (head still in between pillows)
with the best energy i could conjured upon my 100 mega-pounds heavy eyelids, i forced open two slits to minimize the filtration of light into my pupils...
i saw bii...
he smiled.
i reciprocated with my damn cresentic looking moon eyes.
you know like the McDonald's logo?
he kissed me. i kissed him too.
then i felt myself swimming back into dreamland... *literally*
woke up later and noticed i was alone.
Duh~ I felt strange of course. And i laughed to myself,
"It must have been a dream.A pleasant one. It is a Thursday anyways, his class wont be done till 12.30"
Anyhow, i sent him a message to confirm my confusion and heres the reply:
"Bii got class somemore ler, till 1230 today.. went back to kiss darling only"
i went WTF?
Next thing that came to my mind: it was 10 o'clock just now huh?
hehe... Priceless. Moment money can't buy...
Awww~ Schoo schweet.. and Bi, i heart you.
On the contrary, I HATE PHARMACOLOGY.
It is fucking 5 am. The Zahur musical has started echoing from a distant away...
*yawns*
Thursday, July 26, 2007
my beloved...
Coconut, my beloved puppy passed away. I was really attached to her. Eventhough it was probably a one sided thing... *sigh*
She was about 2months old... A cute cuddly and pretty dog she was. Would have grown up looking really dashing as a mongrel. Like her mother.
:: one night before the misfortune...coconut and biscuit- LOOK! LOOK! She was resting on her mum...How adorable! ::
I miss her...
I miss the way she would scurry to me when i brought her some tit-bits ie: tiger biscuits and goodlife milk...
I miss the way she sniffled my toes and rounded my feet aimlessly when i stood still.
and I miss the way she *cabut* when i tried to scare her...
I miss those moments when I came down and hang around her and her siblings after long hours of head racking studying hours.
:: the 3 of them sleeping soundly in the basket they were stuffed in while we did some monsoon-cleaning ::
Now, only the memories of her and her siblings are left.
She was knocked down by a car... Still a baby, an innocent one. She wasn't aware of the danger of moving vehicle. *cries...* It must have been really an agony.
Peanut, a brown one which looks like the mother and Donut, a darker male were both kidnapped few days before the appalling incident happened...
:: donut ::
:: peanut - she was trying to escape the basket! >.< :: The last glance i had of her, she was tilting her head in the most adorable manner... As if she was asking me where was i going leaving her behind. I was on my bearbear's bike going back home... And while after that, the insolent driver committed such unforgivable sin!!!!! I didn't know about the incident till the next evening... After she breathed her final goodbye... I will continue missing you... 
:: R.I.P coconut...::
She was about 2months old... A cute cuddly and pretty dog she was. Would have grown up looking really dashing as a mongrel. Like her mother.
:: one night before the misfortune...coconut and biscuit- LOOK! LOOK! She was resting on her mum...How adorable! ::I miss her...
I miss the way she would scurry to me when i brought her some tit-bits ie: tiger biscuits and goodlife milk...
I miss the way she sniffled my toes and rounded my feet aimlessly when i stood still.
and I miss the way she *cabut* when i tried to scare her...
I miss those moments when I came down and hang around her and her siblings after long hours of head racking studying hours.
:: the 3 of them sleeping soundly in the basket they were stuffed in while we did some monsoon-cleaning ::Now, only the memories of her and her siblings are left.
She was knocked down by a car... Still a baby, an innocent one. She wasn't aware of the danger of moving vehicle. *cries...* It must have been really an agony.
Peanut, a brown one which looks like the mother and Donut, a darker male were both kidnapped few days before the appalling incident happened...
:: donut ::
:: peanut - she was trying to escape the basket! >.< :: The last glance i had of her, she was tilting her head in the most adorable manner... As if she was asking me where was i going leaving her behind. I was on my bearbear's bike going back home... And while after that, the insolent driver committed such unforgivable sin!!!!! I didn't know about the incident till the next evening... After she breathed her final goodbye... I will continue missing you... 
:: R.I.P coconut...::
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
in another realm
when he cries... it felt as if those were my tears...
the hurt is more empowering than those i've scraped through myself...
probably it was just the ache of one person then...
and because i finally have understood those who choose to contain their sorrow within the soul, lock them from the rest of the world as if the related issues do not exist.
"unhappiness heaved only by one person is simplier and less complicated," says him
frankly, i never seemed to agree to that statement. it seems ridiculous! who would wanna beat your own self and bleed to death alone? Worse still, nobody realize that you are dead.
standing on the surface of earth, confronting the eye of solar system, she said a prayer. a gratitude for the blessing that has fallen upon her...
on the contrary to the tranquil morning that has just set in, she is full of hatred and vengeance. A feeling she cannot explain. A state of mind which has tainted the constructive and bubbly self she is on the outside. She wishes for the worst to those in her black book. She hopes for cruciatus curse to fall upon every one who has snipped a part of his life away from him...
Nobody can hear her. The bitterness in her voice is inaudible to those insensitive low-lives!
Sometimes she hope she could be be just like any common person. To blame others at any given time. For by doing this, the fire in her wouldn't licked and burnt down every positive thoughts she ever perceived on friends! Because by accusing others, it will quench the satisfaction of injustice she hope someday will be justified.
with the unsurmountable volatile emotional commotions parading in her thoughts, she has also discovered the unperturbed and secluded ripples somewhere inside her...
she knows she has made the right choice. she has been showered with gift not everyone gets everyday. for she has settled down on a sacred land and she has dug out treasure no money can buy.
she smiles... after drawing in a long deep cup of air. slowly she turns around only to realize he was standing all the while behind her observing her contrast against the saffron and golden honey-coloured sky...
see, this is the invisible support she has always needed. she made an oath upon her life that she will be the crutch when he is paralysed, and the shoulder for support when he cries again...
this doesn't account to much senses if one use logics and facts to calculate. so be it. please do not comment on my incomprehensible post.
he is bestowed with patience that can rival the strongest ship travelling in a storm. he wears the toughest shield that can reflect most sharp and stinging animosity. This is him. The hero within.
unlike some...
the hurt is more empowering than those i've scraped through myself...
probably it was just the ache of one person then...
and because i finally have understood those who choose to contain their sorrow within the soul, lock them from the rest of the world as if the related issues do not exist.
"unhappiness heaved only by one person is simplier and less complicated," says him
frankly, i never seemed to agree to that statement. it seems ridiculous! who would wanna beat your own self and bleed to death alone? Worse still, nobody realize that you are dead.
standing on the surface of earth, confronting the eye of solar system, she said a prayer. a gratitude for the blessing that has fallen upon her...
on the contrary to the tranquil morning that has just set in, she is full of hatred and vengeance. A feeling she cannot explain. A state of mind which has tainted the constructive and bubbly self she is on the outside. She wishes for the worst to those in her black book. She hopes for cruciatus curse to fall upon every one who has snipped a part of his life away from him...
Nobody can hear her. The bitterness in her voice is inaudible to those insensitive low-lives!
Sometimes she hope she could be be just like any common person. To blame others at any given time. For by doing this, the fire in her wouldn't licked and burnt down every positive thoughts she ever perceived on friends! Because by accusing others, it will quench the satisfaction of injustice she hope someday will be justified.
with the unsurmountable volatile emotional commotions parading in her thoughts, she has also discovered the unperturbed and secluded ripples somewhere inside her...
she knows she has made the right choice. she has been showered with gift not everyone gets everyday. for she has settled down on a sacred land and she has dug out treasure no money can buy.
she smiles... after drawing in a long deep cup of air. slowly she turns around only to realize he was standing all the while behind her observing her contrast against the saffron and golden honey-coloured sky...
see, this is the invisible support she has always needed. she made an oath upon her life that she will be the crutch when he is paralysed, and the shoulder for support when he cries again...
this doesn't account to much senses if one use logics and facts to calculate. so be it. please do not comment on my incomprehensible post.
he is bestowed with patience that can rival the strongest ship travelling in a storm. he wears the toughest shield that can reflect most sharp and stinging animosity. This is him. The hero within.
unlike some...
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
It is getting depressing.
The weather. The blog. The environment. The mates. And the person herself.
Where is that bit of hope someone is suppose to catch when things are getting out of hand?
I am very emotional today. Especially when i woke up. Finding myself in the dark. Without lights. Without the warmth that usually surrounds.
I cannot let go... Cannot let go of so many things... I am in a mess right now. How am i suppose to talk about it when i don't even know what is it?
When i hope sleep will carry my discontentment into dreamland. When i hope by the time i open my eyes, every hazy thoughts will be cleared. When i hope, by inducing tears, all the misery will be washed away along with the emotional drainage system...
They were futile hopes! Useless.
I am too naiive to understand my surroundings. Every situations seemed to be magnified. ENLARGED! Larger then life!
Feeling appalled.
The weather. The blog. The environment. The mates. And the person herself.
Where is that bit of hope someone is suppose to catch when things are getting out of hand?
I am very emotional today. Especially when i woke up. Finding myself in the dark. Without lights. Without the warmth that usually surrounds.
I cannot let go... Cannot let go of so many things... I am in a mess right now. How am i suppose to talk about it when i don't even know what is it?
When i hope sleep will carry my discontentment into dreamland. When i hope by the time i open my eyes, every hazy thoughts will be cleared. When i hope, by inducing tears, all the misery will be washed away along with the emotional drainage system...
They were futile hopes! Useless.
I am too naiive to understand my surroundings. Every situations seemed to be magnified. ENLARGED! Larger then life!
Feeling appalled.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Flickers of fire
When words are nicely strewn on a pretty and emotional Hallmark card, they bring positive humongous effect to the receiver...
But.
When nasty words are are used without cautious.
When they are tossed over to you.
When you are least expecting them.
It feels like you have taken those words like catapulted fire stones bombarded to you... Not only it hurts my pride as an individual. It hurts my feminine shadow of me (which i rarely groomed upon). Now that the result has even shaken that side of me, I think it must be a huge sin! A guy whom I considered a friend to spatter such crude and despicable without weighing the consequences of such action, has gone way over my limit of toleration!
YOU think just because you are one measly emotional sucker, you are granted a golden ticket to commit such atrocity???!!! You step on my tail and i will stomp on ur face!
Man.... You really disappoint me... You have hurt me greatly... I remember... I may forget but fail to forgive...
Owh well, it is just tragic isnt it?
Drama queen is back. The urge to blog has resurfaced after such a long long long hibernating season....
But.
When nasty words are are used without cautious.
When they are tossed over to you.
When you are least expecting them.
It feels like you have taken those words like catapulted fire stones bombarded to you... Not only it hurts my pride as an individual. It hurts my feminine shadow of me (which i rarely groomed upon). Now that the result has even shaken that side of me, I think it must be a huge sin! A guy whom I considered a friend to spatter such crude and despicable without weighing the consequences of such action, has gone way over my limit of toleration!
YOU think just because you are one measly emotional sucker, you are granted a golden ticket to commit such atrocity???!!! You step on my tail and i will stomp on ur face!
Man.... You really disappoint me... You have hurt me greatly... I remember... I may forget but fail to forgive...
Owh well, it is just tragic isnt it?
Drama queen is back. The urge to blog has resurfaced after such a long long long hibernating season....
Monday, July 09, 2007
Virginity is like a rare chocolate... wtf~
It is eight in the morning... Day break has finally penetrated the menace of cumulus clouds about two hours back which have been threatening to give away random raindrops.... ME HATES MAN-nipple weather!!!!!
Nah~ I hear no rooster barking. Only Biscuit (sexy biatch who gave birth to 4 cuties) crowing... No birds hissing. Only some weird six legged freaks chirping. *sweat*
Alright, it must be the overnight studying schedule. Sigh... With the amount of notes I've consumed, i think i can pass with flying shooting colours for a sleek A1-grade Pathologist!
Anyways, as I was tossing, flipping and barbequeing my brains hoping for the impact and heat to open more pores so that those crappy facts diffuse faster and bulkier into the memory cells, something sprang up from the back of my back brain!!!! Well, maybe i was a lil bit distracted and all with bear sleeping a few feet away from me but nevermind that...
So, what is virginity? Now that I am no longer single and no longer fighting for the live-life-as-single motto as well as no longer conjuring strike to go against lovey dovey couple, I started wondering about it. Then i took a 5min break which ended up as 30min break to check it out. Key-ed on google search "virginity". Whole list of funny funny sites regarding my request poop-ed poppedup (sounds cool- po-pe-dup). ^^
Any-fukin-ways, i came to this website (http://teenadvice.about.com) and voila!! satisfied my hunger for the weirdest question at the weirdest hour.
Cautious: long article ahead. Read only if your are really free. *yawns*
*cut n' paste*
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What does it mean to lose your virginity?
In the strictest term; you are a virgin until you've had sexual intercourse with the member of the opposite sex. But this definition leaves a lot of people out of the loop. While the social policy makers look to redefine marriage to include same sex partnerships, maybe it is time we also revisited what it means to be a virgin.
When we think of virgins, we think of "white wedding innocents" who define sex as a synonym for gender. But the fact is, the standard definition of virginity lets you get away with having a lot of different kinds of sex was still being able to call yourself a virgin. In theory, under the traditional definition of virginity, someone who is homosexual can have sex every day and still be a virgin. Someone who has oral sex regularly is also still a virgin. Does that really make sense? Something is a miss!
The whole narrow definition of virginity is in desperate need of a rewrite. Who better to do it than the first generation of new millennium teens? What does "losing your virginity" mean to you? Is it a state of mind or a specific act? Is it something that can be taken from you, or does it only count if you willingly give it away? When does "fooling around" end and "having sex" begin?
When considering "the new definition", think about these situations and ask yourself how they fit in to the meaning of virginity.
- Is someone who is raped or molested no longer a virgin?
- Is actual intercourse the only act that counts when determining ones virginity?
- If you willingly engage in other intimate sexual acts but do not have intercourse, is it fair to still consider yourself a virgin?
- How would you define losing your virginity if you were/are homosexual or bisexual?
- Is being a virgin based on your feelings, what you do, or is it a combination of both?
- Is there an emotional component to losing your virginity, meaning if you have sex but don't feel anything is different about you, does it count?
- Is the current definition of virginity, and all the social stigma attached to it, biased toward girls? Is this right?
- Does the current definition of virginity exclude homosexuals? Is this right?
- Is virginity subjective (based on how the individual views themselves and what they do) or objective (how the situation is viewed by others on the outside)?
Formulate a definition and then share it with others, let's see what we can come up with.
HERE is the interesting part:
"I propose that virginity is twofold. I think there is an emotional virginity and a physical virginity. I think that to truly no longer be a virgin you must give up both the emotional attachment to your virginity and engage in physical acts of sex.
In my "definition", any intimate sex act which involves nudity and stimulation with the goal of orgasm counts as sex. I think nudity and stimulation are the "points of no return", not penetration. Regardless of whether that act is heterosexual or homosexual in nature, if you share your body with another person, or if you give pleasure to another person that involves orgasm or intends to cause orgasm, you have had sex.
I also feel that virginity is not something you "lose" or something that is "taken", but something you share with another person, like a rare chocolate or a once in a life time sunset.
If you haven't given it, it doesn't completely count as being gone.
I think that people who are raped and or molested are still virgins in the emotional sense even if their body has had sex. They have not stopped "being" a virgin, nor have they experienced the emotions that go along with giving ones body to another. If it is taken from you, although it may physically be sex, I don't think that it is fair to tell you you are no longer a virgin. You may still feel as if you have not had sex, you may still view sex with naivety. Being victimized should not force you to live with a label you neither wanted nor asked for. Virginity is not something we passively lose, non-virginity is something we deliberately choose to take."
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As for me, I obviously like this dude's reply. Kewl eh?! Rare CHOCS...I'll make that RARE VODKA!
In a nuttyshell, I have lost my emotional virginity.... =(
Monday, June 25, 2007
My new hobby
I am not only in love with Jimmy Bear!
I AM NOW so TOTALLY entirely wholly deeply in love with Gwen Stefani.
Never heard of her?
Urgh, please rewind back to 90's hits and listen to "Don't Speak" by No doubts.
Yuppie! Thats her, the lead singer!
I nominate her for the award : Queen of fusion of pop and R&B
Heres a new song for the Man-Nippleans to indulge in...
Dr. Sexy Tan is dipped and drowned in '4 in the morning' (click to listen and dl the song)
Heres the video =D
Indulgence... Btw, shes 37 years old. And still HAWT!
I AM NOW so TOTALLY entirely wholly deeply in love with Gwen Stefani.
Never heard of her?
Urgh, please rewind back to 90's hits and listen to "Don't Speak" by No doubts.
Yuppie! Thats her, the lead singer!
I nominate her for the award : Queen of fusion of pop and R&B
Heres a new song for the Man-Nippleans to indulge in...
Dr. Sexy Tan is dipped and drowned in '4 in the morning' (click to listen and dl the song)
Heres the video =D
Indulgence... Btw, shes 37 years old. And still HAWT!
Sunday, June 10, 2007
He is sick
Jimmy Bear is sick sick sick.
Down with fever. Mild cough and mild weakness.
Nothing too serious but I feel horrible. T.T
So, I dragged him to the ever famous Kasturba Hospital for a blood test.
The lab attendant withdrew his blood from cephalic vein instead of median cubital vein. That means MMMC practicals are sometimes a lil bit mengada. Stresses so much on just median cubital vein. Cheh~
Will be getting result tomorrow.
His body temperature is still elevated though he claims that hes feeling healthier.
Poor fella.
I am feeling feverish too. Probably lack of water consumption and heavy dose of patho+micro+pharm.
Down with fever. Mild cough and mild weakness.
Nothing too serious but I feel horrible. T.T
So, I dragged him to the ever famous Kasturba Hospital for a blood test.
The lab attendant withdrew his blood from cephalic vein instead of median cubital vein. That means MMMC practicals are sometimes a lil bit mengada. Stresses so much on just median cubital vein. Cheh~
Will be getting result tomorrow.
His body temperature is still elevated though he claims that hes feeling healthier.
Poor fella.
I am feeling feverish too. Probably lack of water consumption and heavy dose of patho+micro+pharm.
Monday, June 04, 2007
I Just Robbed My Life From Me.
Things in my mind currently (like right now?):
1. End of 3rd block exam.
Or so I declared... There is one last forensic paper to go. Too tired for it. Thought i would hear myself cheering. But no, I am totally wasted. I felt like I have shouldered two machine guns while marching up a slope. Oh well, I did "tembak" alot alot alot! It was war of the brain cells.
There were two school of thoughts: TRUE / FALSE.
2. I've just hopped from one to another every possible friends blog sites i could possibly access.
A lil bit disturbed. So many things happened. So lil time ticked away. Am i stationary or what?
Or have I speed too fast that when I'm finally slowing down, I reach nowhere?
Ok, I'm feeling random. Bet its the exam power vacuum which sucked my juice of life right under my nose. (from my mouth lar)
3. Why do I feel distant from almost everyone?
Have I reserved myself a lil too much? I know not... This doesn't feel right but I don't have the will to any make amend.
4. Have I reached another important turning point along my life?
Well, maybe I've taken the turn without even noticing it earlier. I'm miles away from the turn now. So, there's just zero point to turn my back for a peek.
5. I have changed. I have changed. I treat people differently now. I see things from a different view. And people treat me differently too. It's weird. But again I am not too bothered. Maybe not now. Why ah?
6. Life is boring when I don't spread my wings and fly... But how to soar when I'm tied down by so many responsibilities? No, im not talking about the responsibility of fnishing my SDLs, PBLs, CBLs or ILs. The past is still loitering around.
7. My life is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (and make that another gazillion times more) uneventful!
No more clubbing.
No more dressing up.
No more shopping.
No more speeding in my Deadly Kenari.
No more walking in high heels.
No more mini skirts.
No more hairdos.
No more flirting.
No more changes.
No more LIFE.
*static sound appearing from nowhere*
I think im gonna wilt like the plant outside at my balcony soon. I feel like the dead being brought to live in a life not meant for me. Zombified. *ZONK*
Perhaps, she was right. I am in Med school... MAD SChool! And im eventually turning mad!
" I JUST ROBBED MY LIFE FROM ME"
1. End of 3rd block exam.
Or so I declared... There is one last forensic paper to go. Too tired for it. Thought i would hear myself cheering. But no, I am totally wasted. I felt like I have shouldered two machine guns while marching up a slope. Oh well, I did "tembak" alot alot alot! It was war of the brain cells.
There were two school of thoughts: TRUE / FALSE.
2. I've just hopped from one to another every possible friends blog sites i could possibly access.
A lil bit disturbed. So many things happened. So lil time ticked away. Am i stationary or what?
Or have I speed too fast that when I'm finally slowing down, I reach nowhere?
Ok, I'm feeling random. Bet its the exam power vacuum which sucked my juice of life right under my nose. (from my mouth lar)
3. Why do I feel distant from almost everyone?
Have I reserved myself a lil too much? I know not... This doesn't feel right but I don't have the will to any make amend.
4. Have I reached another important turning point along my life?
Well, maybe I've taken the turn without even noticing it earlier. I'm miles away from the turn now. So, there's just zero point to turn my back for a peek.
5. I have changed. I have changed. I treat people differently now. I see things from a different view. And people treat me differently too. It's weird. But again I am not too bothered. Maybe not now. Why ah?
6. Life is boring when I don't spread my wings and fly... But how to soar when I'm tied down by so many responsibilities? No, im not talking about the responsibility of fnishing my SDLs, PBLs, CBLs or ILs. The past is still loitering around.
7. My life is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (and make that another gazillion times more) uneventful!
No more clubbing.
No more dressing up.
No more shopping.
No more speeding in my Deadly Kenari.
No more walking in high heels.
No more mini skirts.
No more hairdos.
No more flirting.
No more changes.
No more LIFE.
*static sound appearing from nowhere*
I think im gonna wilt like the plant outside at my balcony soon. I feel like the dead being brought to live in a life not meant for me. Zombified. *ZONK*
Perhaps, she was right. I am in Med school... MAD SChool! And im eventually turning mad!
" I JUST ROBBED MY LIFE FROM ME"
Monday, May 28, 2007
Series of Pissifying Events
As far as I remembered, I woke up from the right side of the bed.
But why is it I was tailed by series of unfortunate also pissifying events since the moment I stepped out from the house?!
1. My not-so-wonderful-and-gloomy day took off with my imbecile scooter not wanting to start. I tried really hard and long to activate the damned fucked up machine.
WHY AM I CURSING SO MUCH?
Because I just took it out from Bajaj's Centre (well known for its status as the international money sucker) who just leeched a total of 1200 rupees claiming that my battery and spark plug have been renewed.
So, as I was fuming away, I had to press the knob of electric starter, pulled the choker's trigger (felt like i almost broke it) and ramming the accelerator at the same time while hanging on to the brake so that the stupid bike wouldn't suddenly fly onto the road IF it miraculously woke up. DAMN.
If all those aren't enough to get my torso occupied, I finally had to kick start with all the above actions still implemented! *tears hair off head*
I was already late to class. 5minutes to class when i left the house, and with my scooter cooking up its attitude, I had ZERO time to lose. Felt like bursting out when I couldn't feel any Indian rupees in my jeans. OH CRAP!
................
Good enough, Ming planned on attending the class. I followed him. (he was late too lar...)
-see rainy season doesn't offer good prospects! Not even to me, an idealist who loves rain...-
2. Since I didn't have an umbrella with me, I was praying hard to Manipal's God of Rain in class not to release the sinister downpour. I have been a real good girl the past few days, no?
Yeah! Damn right! He obviously didn't give two shits about the measly lil girl who so badly wanted to walk to main ICICI bank about 500 metres away!
Nah... I wasn't silly enough to let the rain soaked me! That would made the God of Rain laugh his teeth off! I chose to wait till someone offered me a shade. Khairun was really sweet.... Thank you love =) Got an oto and went to the bank. The counter attendant was a biatch! Someone's gotta teach them office people some manners and probably a real hardcore and intensive lesson on HOW-TO-SMILE-YOUR-32-yellow-teeth to your customers!! Useless black skinned creatures!
3. Next on my eruption sequence-the dumb-fucked oto driver! To get to Swarnagiri Apartment (apparently it means Gold Mountain in their Hindi Language), I was nice enough to tell him to use the shorter way to get there before he made the U-turn to take an even LONGER route. BUT NO! Instead of thanking me while kneeling down and kissing my dirty, smelly, muddy and torn sneakers, he barked back at me:
"Take one big round, no?" And when any oto driver spits such words outta their Halitosis mouth it only means ONE THING! That is surcharge of $$$$$$$$$$$!!!! I paid 30 rupees in the end without any question. I was too beaten up to squeak anymore dissatisfaction! (20 rupees more I would have gotten to Udupi!)
Let me declare today as Indians condemning Day. Thus, any blacks who mess with me after this is sure going to bear the consequence of my earlier anger!
4. Upon reaching my house I was welcomed by my baby...He had to come down and pay my sucky smelly oto driver... Yeah, not a very romantic way to put it but who cares lar... (truly his smile does disintegrate my worries and grudges into ashes... However it, ONLY for less than a minute) Stomach strike began... I was so hungwie but I only manage to slouch into the kitchen... There I was thinking I would put myself at ease finally after feasting on the not so grand meal. Removing the lid of the pan, I was anticipating bottomless fried rice and VOILA! My stare was greeted with food enough to feed ONLY a pathetic sole refugee in WW2 concentrated camp. ARGHH!!!!!!! Immediately my temperature shoot up and I snapped!
Some insensitive people (whom i choose not to display HIS AND HER name because I am FUCKING SENSITIVE) do not know how to consider other's empty stomach while scooping for their 3rd servings! Ive had enough. This aint the very first time I was left with remnants of food like this!
Poor jimmy bear... He had to tolerate my mood swing from the moment i got back till he left for class... Sorry my dearest... I didn't mean it to let it all out on you... *hearts* And thanks for being there and embracing me throughout while sizzling off my wild inferno... ^^ Sigh...
I can never love anyone more... Love you.... <3
Only Love,
SueLyNn Tan... (14:57)
Currently listening to: Endless Rain -X japan
But why is it I was tailed by series of unfortunate also pissifying events since the moment I stepped out from the house?!
1. My not-so-wonderful-and-gloomy day took off with my imbecile scooter not wanting to start. I tried really hard and long to activate the damned fucked up machine.
WHY AM I CURSING SO MUCH?
Because I just took it out from Bajaj's Centre (well known for its status as the international money sucker) who just leeched a total of 1200 rupees claiming that my battery and spark plug have been renewed.
So, as I was fuming away, I had to press the knob of electric starter, pulled the choker's trigger (felt like i almost broke it) and ramming the accelerator at the same time while hanging on to the brake so that the stupid bike wouldn't suddenly fly onto the road IF it miraculously woke up. DAMN.
If all those aren't enough to get my torso occupied, I finally had to kick start with all the above actions still implemented! *tears hair off head*
I was already late to class. 5minutes to class when i left the house, and with my scooter cooking up its attitude, I had ZERO time to lose. Felt like bursting out when I couldn't feel any Indian rupees in my jeans. OH CRAP!
................
Good enough, Ming planned on attending the class. I followed him. (he was late too lar...)
-see rainy season doesn't offer good prospects! Not even to me, an idealist who loves rain...-
2. Since I didn't have an umbrella with me, I was praying hard to Manipal's God of Rain in class not to release the sinister downpour. I have been a real good girl the past few days, no?
Yeah! Damn right! He obviously didn't give two shits about the measly lil girl who so badly wanted to walk to main ICICI bank about 500 metres away!
Nah... I wasn't silly enough to let the rain soaked me! That would made the God of Rain laugh his teeth off! I chose to wait till someone offered me a shade. Khairun was really sweet.... Thank you love =) Got an oto and went to the bank. The counter attendant was a biatch! Someone's gotta teach them office people some manners and probably a real hardcore and intensive lesson on HOW-TO-SMILE-YOUR-32-yellow-teeth to your customers!! Useless black skinned creatures!
3. Next on my eruption sequence-the dumb-fucked oto driver! To get to Swarnagiri Apartment (apparently it means Gold Mountain in their Hindi Language), I was nice enough to tell him to use the shorter way to get there before he made the U-turn to take an even LONGER route. BUT NO! Instead of thanking me while kneeling down and kissing my dirty, smelly, muddy and torn sneakers, he barked back at me:
"Take one big round, no?" And when any oto driver spits such words outta their Halitosis mouth it only means ONE THING! That is surcharge of $$$$$$$$$$$!!!! I paid 30 rupees in the end without any question. I was too beaten up to squeak anymore dissatisfaction! (20 rupees more I would have gotten to Udupi!)
Let me declare today as Indians condemning Day. Thus, any blacks who mess with me after this is sure going to bear the consequence of my earlier anger!
4. Upon reaching my house I was welcomed by my baby...He had to come down and pay my sucky smelly oto driver... Yeah, not a very romantic way to put it but who cares lar... (truly his smile does disintegrate my worries and grudges into ashes... However it, ONLY for less than a minute) Stomach strike began... I was so hungwie but I only manage to slouch into the kitchen... There I was thinking I would put myself at ease finally after feasting on the not so grand meal. Removing the lid of the pan, I was anticipating bottomless fried rice and VOILA! My stare was greeted with food enough to feed ONLY a pathetic sole refugee in WW2 concentrated camp. ARGHH!!!!!!! Immediately my temperature shoot up and I snapped!
Some insensitive people (whom i choose not to display HIS AND HER name because I am FUCKING SENSITIVE) do not know how to consider other's empty stomach while scooping for their 3rd servings! Ive had enough. This aint the very first time I was left with remnants of food like this!
Poor jimmy bear... He had to tolerate my mood swing from the moment i got back till he left for class... Sorry my dearest... I didn't mean it to let it all out on you... *hearts* And thanks for being there and embracing me throughout while sizzling off my wild inferno... ^^ Sigh...
I can never love anyone more... Love you.... <3
Only Love,
SueLyNn Tan... (14:57)
Currently listening to: Endless Rain -X japan
Thursday, May 03, 2007
I was once a single Lingham
I drop by to say a few things. =)
Announcing a good example life of a blogger once she is occupied *winks*. Officially, i am no more an active member of blogger. Blame him *points finger at jimmy bear*
And only as lately as today I realised blogging business is meant for singles! Oooo~ Singles who are spared with a lot a lot of extra free time. Yep, I am referring to myself 2months back. Recalling how it used to be having the excess handful of minutes and hours around, not knowing what i cud do with them.
But somehow, i managed to shove those free moments by camping in front of the laptop to be emotional about life, to think about the unthinkable, and to worry about the world. Haha.
Nowadays he is like my blog page now. A blog space with feelings and is able to advise, to comments and to give me a few pieces of his mind when Im at fault. *sulk*
I speak, I share, I giggle, I laugh, I gossip, I complain, I cry, I wail and I express myself all to him. Sigh~ Wonder when is he gonna get tired of such a whinner like me. XD Sounds pretty good eh! And Im also glad im not shy singing/ croaking in front of him. =D Well, thats what every "u-know" does, isnt it?
I just watched the latest episode of desperate housewives. I am too emotionally attached to the series that I am actually feeling upset for Susan Meyer when she has to choose between Mike and Ian. My eyes were so wet by the time Ian decided to walk away from Susan's life after a she made the hardest choice in her life to leave Mike, that is of course due to a certain issue. Huhu~ She loves them both, but she loves Mike a lil more... Awww~ *wipes tears off with a hanky*
Anwayz, lost my mood to continue blogging. Bearbear is back from bsb! Woots!
And oh yeah, i sucessfully whipped up a pot of green bean tong sui unburnt yesterday night! Kudos to me! ^^
Announcing a good example life of a blogger once she is occupied *winks*. Officially, i am no more an active member of blogger. Blame him *points finger at jimmy bear*
And only as lately as today I realised blogging business is meant for singles! Oooo~ Singles who are spared with a lot a lot of extra free time. Yep, I am referring to myself 2months back. Recalling how it used to be having the excess handful of minutes and hours around, not knowing what i cud do with them.
But somehow, i managed to shove those free moments by camping in front of the laptop to be emotional about life, to think about the unthinkable, and to worry about the world. Haha.
Nowadays he is like my blog page now. A blog space with feelings and is able to advise, to comments and to give me a few pieces of his mind when Im at fault. *sulk*
I speak, I share, I giggle, I laugh, I gossip, I complain, I cry, I wail and I express myself all to him. Sigh~ Wonder when is he gonna get tired of such a whinner like me. XD Sounds pretty good eh! And Im also glad im not shy singing/ croaking in front of him. =D Well, thats what every "u-know" does, isnt it?
I just watched the latest episode of desperate housewives. I am too emotionally attached to the series that I am actually feeling upset for Susan Meyer when she has to choose between Mike and Ian. My eyes were so wet by the time Ian decided to walk away from Susan's life after a she made the hardest choice in her life to leave Mike, that is of course due to a certain issue. Huhu~ She loves them both, but she loves Mike a lil more... Awww~ *wipes tears off with a hanky*
Anwayz, lost my mood to continue blogging. Bearbear is back from bsb! Woots!
And oh yeah, i sucessfully whipped up a pot of green bean tong sui unburnt yesterday night! Kudos to me! ^^
Friday, April 20, 2007
d' sky is cloudy today...
Here I am blogging again after a considerably long Hiatus. >.< style="font-style: italic;">Gengkai! Utsav (an anual big hit event which involves almost every resident on this lil intellectual hill top-Manipal) is just around the corner. *nods..nods...*
One more turn at the junction and we will reach there! Fck! Im so lame......... T.T
Since I'm in the 2nd senior batch after the lazy bum bum pig of btch 16, Tan and I are entrusted with piles and piles of paperwork, stage-work, "caht hai"-work (direct traslation: polish shoe in cantonese) and much kpc-work, we almost ended up being diagnosed with piles. FWT.
Basically, what I'm trying to say is: I AM FREAKING BUZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYYY!!!
*sad melancholy violin tune playing in the background*
There goes my whole of next week! Every single one who isn't sooo itchy-backside is gonna have HALF A DAY CLASS, whereas I have to be working my arse and piles off from 8am till 12am!!!! WTF!!!!!! *screams*
And ever since the day I was bestowed upon this infamous task as the CORE volunteer for Utsav, I have been feeling a lil not myself...Because I miss participating in events which require alot of practising for which I cannot sacrifice much time to dem... Events like the Vocal Hindi song with my group and even dancing... U know..., not being perasan lar, but being the sole Chinese on stage proudly serenading the Tempe crowd with their Bollywood song. Wudn't you feel good?
As I was watching those dancers practising today, I felt a stab in my heart... I wish I was one of them... *sigh*
To top it all of, I have to cabut my lower left wisdom tooth out! (the 3rd molar to be more specific) WHY? Because it is erupting in such a WRONG position! Threatening to collide and crash down the rest of my beautifully lined dental! Plus, the dentist found a n early stage of carries on my right 2nd Molar! URGH! How can I be so "sui"!
Enough of complaints.
P/s: I am growing fat too! My tummy can bounce slightly now! *grotesque! *
T.T
WAILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSssssssssssssssssssss~ I dont want to grow fat!
One more turn at the junction and we will reach there! Fck! Im so lame......... T.T
Since I'm in the 2nd senior batch after the lazy bum bum pig of btch 16, Tan and I are entrusted with piles and piles of paperwork, stage-work, "caht hai"-work (direct traslation: polish shoe in cantonese) and much kpc-work, we almost ended up being diagnosed with piles. FWT.
Basically, what I'm trying to say is: I AM FREAKING BUZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYYY!!!
*sad melancholy violin tune playing in the background*
There goes my whole of next week! Every single one who isn't sooo itchy-backside is gonna have HALF A DAY CLASS, whereas I have to be working my arse and piles off from 8am till 12am!!!! WTF!!!!!! *screams*
And ever since the day I was bestowed upon this infamous task as the CORE volunteer for Utsav, I have been feeling a lil not myself...Because I miss participating in events which require alot of practising for which I cannot sacrifice much time to dem... Events like the Vocal Hindi song with my group and even dancing... U know..., not being perasan lar, but being the sole Chinese on stage proudly serenading the Tempe crowd with their Bollywood song. Wudn't you feel good?
As I was watching those dancers practising today, I felt a stab in my heart... I wish I was one of them... *sigh*
To top it all of, I have to cabut my lower left wisdom tooth out! (the 3rd molar to be more specific) WHY? Because it is erupting in such a WRONG position! Threatening to collide and crash down the rest of my beautifully lined dental! Plus, the dentist found a n early stage of carries on my right 2nd Molar! URGH! How can I be so "sui"!
Enough of complaints.
P/s: I am growing fat too! My tummy can bounce slightly now! *grotesque! *
T.T
WAILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSssssssssssssssssssss~ I dont want to grow fat!
Monday, April 09, 2007
Goa again~
I just came back from a blast holiday in GOA! Its a getaway for trance music clubbers!
So, well this is my 3rd time in Goa... 2nd time there with Batch 16 friends. And MY VERY FIRST TIME IN a famous night club which only opens during the peak season- CUBANA.
:: take 1 -scorpion and not lobster this time ::
:: HERE LOOK! my first trip- scorpion cum lobster. Bah! ::
:: take 2 ::
:: Thorn among the roses =P ::
:: pre-clubbing self portrait ::
I was anticipating to go there, to see how great is that place and tell people how over-rated the place is! GRRRRrr. Nah~ It was alright, not too bad but not great either. Its on top of a hill, interior is just perfect for a romantic date, maybe hang out with girl friends for girl talks and have the whole night all to ourselves. Instead of cushions, divan, chair or table, they have beds-cum-table for their guests. KEWL, no?! Needless to say, I was totally wasted/drunk
after 6 drinks of Screwdrivers (Orange juice mix with Vodka) The last cup, I downed the whole glass. And I only got to know later that the ratio of booze and the juice is 1/2 cup to 1/4 of juice. SUX MAN! No wonder I was beaten up so fast!
Slogan for the drink : "Drink screwdriver and screw everything else" However I got screwed lar, woke up in the morning in horrible throbbing headache and feeling nauseated for half of the day.
Apart from that, another fun thing we did in Goa was renting a car! Suzuki Maruti! COOLNESS K! My dream of actually driving a car on India's road came true! We girls rock! I ROCK THE MOST because I was the SOLE and sexy driver!
Mind you, it was a MANUAL car. A real experience to be driving among the indians. One thing funny about indians are they drive at night with high beam lighting.Obviously its not a kewl thing. but of course a challenge to any Malaysian.Plus, theres an interesting story that kicked in with the damn car. We got stuck for about 5 minute in the sand. Pathetic.
A bunch of girls freaking out in the car. And when we finally rammed our way out into the narrow road, about 1km or so, it FUCKING RAN OUT OF PETROL! Near the junction!!!!! I tell u, the most horrid thing that could ever happen back-to-back. Best part is, the guys warned us NOT to disturb them and only to call them IF AND ONLY IF we were involve in a situation of life and death. -.- USELESS guys. Thank god two hunks in jeep came down and offered to push the car aside and bought us petrol. Gosh... embarassing moment betul~
:: in the car, sorry about dat, i gotta look at the road still ::
On the 2nd day, we went for dolphins sighting. They are such adorable creatures! ^^
Sun-tanned. Ive turned a few notch darker.
P/s: I have two temporary tattoos done on me. =P (it is like a must-do thing in GOA: temp-tattoed.) Check mine out and locate them in some of the pics!
:: sexy siot~ XD ::
:: simon and i ::
:: "AWww~ aint we schweeet" *barf*
But hey, my dearest Jimmy bear! *snuggles* ::
:: da' gurls in Nishant Restaurant for breakfast ::
Both my favourite people~ Love..
:: same same pose - 1st time in Goa. My poser partner =P ::
:: us, sugin missing thou... ::
:: not-so-hawt babes ::
:: muax ::
:: ADIK ezyana yang cacat in Madgoan Railway station ::
In case u guys are wondering why I haven't been updating, I was on north india trip. Wait for the entry in my next post!
So, well this is my 3rd time in Goa... 2nd time there with Batch 16 friends. And MY VERY FIRST TIME IN a famous night club which only opens during the peak season- CUBANA.
:: take 1 -scorpion and not lobster this time ::
:: HERE LOOK! my first trip- scorpion cum lobster. Bah! ::
:: take 2 ::
:: Thorn among the roses =P ::
:: pre-clubbing self portrait ::I was anticipating to go there, to see how great is that place and tell people how over-rated the place is! GRRRRrr. Nah~ It was alright, not too bad but not great either. Its on top of a hill, interior is just perfect for a romantic date, maybe hang out with girl friends for girl talks and have the whole night all to ourselves. Instead of cushions, divan, chair or table, they have beds-cum-table for their guests. KEWL, no?! Needless to say, I was totally wasted/drunk
after 6 drinks of Screwdrivers (Orange juice mix with Vodka) The last cup, I downed the whole glass. And I only got to know later that the ratio of booze and the juice is 1/2 cup to 1/4 of juice. SUX MAN! No wonder I was beaten up so fast!Slogan for the drink : "Drink screwdriver and screw everything else" However I got screwed lar, woke up in the morning in horrible throbbing headache and feeling nauseated for half of the day.
Apart from that, another fun thing we did in Goa was renting a car! Suzuki Maruti! COOLNESS K! My dream of actually driving a car on India's road came true! We girls rock! I ROCK THE MOST because I was the SOLE and sexy driver!
Mind you, it was a MANUAL car. A real experience to be driving among the indians. One thing funny about indians are they drive at night with high beam lighting.Obviously its not a kewl thing. but of course a challenge to any Malaysian.Plus, theres an interesting story that kicked in with the damn car. We got stuck for about 5 minute in the sand. Pathetic.A bunch of girls freaking out in the car. And when we finally rammed our way out into the narrow road, about 1km or so, it FUCKING RAN OUT OF PETROL! Near the junction!!!!! I tell u, the most horrid thing that could ever happen back-to-back. Best part is, the guys warned us NOT to disturb them and only to call them IF AND ONLY IF we were involve in a situation of life and death. -.- USELESS guys. Thank god two hunks in jeep came down and offered to push the car aside and bought us petrol. Gosh... embarassing moment betul~
:: in the car, sorry about dat, i gotta look at the road still ::On the 2nd day, we went for dolphins sighting. They are such adorable creatures! ^^
Sun-tanned. Ive turned a few notch darker.
P/s: I have two temporary tattoos done on me. =P (it is like a must-do thing in GOA: temp-tattoed.) Check mine out and locate them in some of the pics!
:: sexy siot~ XD ::
:: simon and i ::
:: "AWww~ aint we schweeet" *barf*But hey, my dearest Jimmy bear! *snuggles* ::
:: da' gurls in Nishant Restaurant for breakfast ::
Both my favourite people~ Love..
:: same same pose - 1st time in Goa. My poser partner =P ::
:: us, sugin missing thou... ::
:: not-so-hawt babes ::
:: muax ::
:: ADIK ezyana yang cacat in Madgoan Railway station ::In case u guys are wondering why I haven't been updating, I was on north india trip. Wait for the entry in my next post!
Friday, March 02, 2007
Updates.
:: meEeEeEe ::
:: Kizzy (last woman standing), andeloo, charlz and mua ::
:: addition - Nic Ho ::
:: *pulls cheek* ain't she adorable -chipmunk ::
:: u tell me what were they doing urself -.- ::
:: tomato head ::
:: one DOWN ::
:: peace, =O ::
:: SMILES ::
:: Ho, ho, ho ::In about 2 hrs time, I will be departing for the "anticipated" North India tour.
I don't sound all that excited, do I? Ha-ha.
That's because I'm still recovering from my post 2nd block examination party hangover. Not the greatest night when it comes to drinking but definitely a night worth noting down. Just a handful of us, gila-ing and getting wild with alcohol... Tskk~ Look at what medical school has done to us....
shit. no time to arrange. see u guys in one month! dis will probably be the last time im gonna hav the best shower for the next 3 weeks. North India! HERE I COME!!!!!!!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
...The Junction Of Night and Dawn...
:: a scene from my apartment's balcony. been meaning to put it up, now its the right time ::There are so much things going on in my head occasionally that I cannot pick on one to concentrate upon... Uneasiness that I thought I have let go..., resurfaced countless time. Issues that are a threat to the tranquility of my soul still keep reverberating along with the remnant of thoughts that jerk harder against my layers of head the more I try to let go...
I! want! to! get! the! ultimate! solution!
I want to reach the main chamber of answer. However, seeing myself fleeing through obstacles of multiple security systems set to reflect my direction towards it and to wall off the THING! I personally find it worse than running in circles in the labyrinth? At the very least then, I wud be moving without fear of what is awaiting me. Because, each steps I take now and then to finally move forward, something or someone will surely *POP* out of nowhere and reprimand me... Why is that?
*sigh*
W...h...y... my dear? WHY? You DO know how I feel for you. Why are you doing this to me? WHY?! (looks like I'm fond of the 2nd last of the 25 alphabets for the day! woots!) After what we have gone through, do you still want to make me suffer. Commonlar.... I dont wanna go through this ALL OVER AGAIN. It is indeed exhausting and exasperating.
"now common, be a GEWWWDDDD boy, *slap buttocks* go somehwere else and play..."
I've been complaining and complaining and complaining about the same old thing. Without fail, I failed again. More contaminated air is pumped into the already full tank. Nah, its not gonna erupt. It will only grow bigger-sideways.
*double sigh*
I'm sensing a feeble weak transduction rising from me. It is disorienting me more than anything right now. The question is, WHO DA HECK triggered the switch?! Damn you, you bloody idiot!
Also, I wish I could blog like normal blogger who bitch about their next door neighbours, makes the jester out of everything, talk about the most eventful event of an event and let every reader who reads my entry laugh their ass off everytime they come to the final fulstop.
Sowie-
But no, I fail in doing that too. Yeah, yeah, I sound like I am being too hard on myself.
Good gracious. Tell me what is wrong with me?!
Sue's Angel: Dearie... it is normal. Hormonal imbalance. It happens over the adolescence year.
Susu: Oh yeah? I dont exactly fall in that group of people anymore, do I? Yo?
Sue's DeviL: Life sucks. So WELCOME to HELL! *cackles away*
Susu: Hrrmmm... Its an idea. Brilliant but not D-A-T bright.
Dots.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Currently listening to RBD-Tu Armor
"With great power comes a greater responsibility"
sounds familiar? Of course! Its depicted from the mutated dude who wears red-blue cobwebbed suit who flung himself around in the city.
Bah! Thats not the point.
As usual, I enjoy deviating from the main course.
Wonder when will I get lost and start following the map using an appropriate compass.
*here i go again*
"With great attention, comes a greater hollowness to be filled"
I'm beginning to suspect of my own doing. Talk about the devil in me eh...
It is time like this that you can't help where are those who you really call friends fair-weathered foes...
About seeing things in a more optimistic perspective, it just doesn't apply in every situational dilemma.
People do not care. People act like they don't. I act like that too. But deep down, residing in one corner of my pouch of emotion... its struggling hard to stay calm... With every beat, it grows a lil' more feeding on the loneliness, doubts that haunt the owner.
How come only I feel this way? Why do I have to expect so much from friends? I hate myself for feeling this way yet I cannot find any solution to this predicament. I tried telling myself, they do not appreciate me as much as I appreciate them. I am nowhere significant in their life just as much as how much I prioritize them. Shows how much I am fond of them and in return, instead of getting the same treatment, I get the I-dont-care-what-shithole-you-drop-into attitude.
This isn't justice I am ranting about. Friendship comes with extra complimentary good that the receiver does not need to ask for or work for. Too bad, its human weakness to hope for the same thing she feels for. It is only normal. Only consolation I can resort to... What else can I do? Throw tantrum at them? Show them the right way they should treat a friend of a different gender?
It is alwayz me who finally have to give in. I give my best shot by making it easy for them. I act, I behave, I talk, I laugh like a male to a certain level. But reality doesnt alter the nature's course that I think, feel and has a heart of a fragile lady... It beats me badly whenever I think about this matter. It makes me feel so weak and useless.
*sigh..* Has been happening for a bit. Maybe I should just immunized myself with it.
Makes life so much less complicated.
sounds familiar? Of course! Its depicted from the mutated dude who wears red-blue cobwebbed suit who flung himself around in the city.
Bah! Thats not the point.
As usual, I enjoy deviating from the main course.
Wonder when will I get lost and start following the map using an appropriate compass.
*here i go again*
"With great attention, comes a greater hollowness to be filled"
I'm beginning to suspect of my own doing. Talk about the devil in me eh...
It is time like this that you can't help where are those who you really call
About seeing things in a more optimistic perspective, it just doesn't apply in every situational dilemma.
People do not care. People act like they don't. I act like that too. But deep down, residing in one corner of my pouch of emotion... its struggling hard to stay calm... With every beat, it grows a lil' more feeding on the loneliness, doubts that haunt the owner.
How come only I feel this way? Why do I have to expect so much from friends? I hate myself for feeling this way yet I cannot find any solution to this predicament. I tried telling myself, they do not appreciate me as much as I appreciate them. I am nowhere significant in their life just as much as how much I prioritize them. Shows how much I am fond of them and in return, instead of getting the same treatment, I get the I-dont-care-what-shithole-you-drop-into attitude.
This isn't justice I am ranting about. Friendship comes with extra complimentary good that the receiver does not need to ask for or work for. Too bad, its human weakness to hope for the same thing she feels for. It is only normal. Only consolation I can resort to... What else can I do? Throw tantrum at them? Show them the right way they should treat a friend of a different gender?
It is alwayz me who finally have to give in. I give my best shot by making it easy for them. I act, I behave, I talk, I laugh like a male to a certain level. But reality doesnt alter the nature's course that I think, feel and has a heart of a fragile lady... It beats me badly whenever I think about this matter. It makes me feel so weak and useless.
*sigh..* Has been happening for a bit. Maybe I should just immunized myself with it.
Makes life so much less complicated.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Stinks!
India Indians are stinky pieces of shits discarded everywhere! If you guys were allowed to stay around longer on the street, the solid mass of shits will melt and look like the sticky, slimy discharge from my anus!!!!!!!! *splat*
If you do not know how to handle the car behind the wheel, fucking sit on the passenger seat!
If u are so shallow enough to NOT put your common sense into practice on the road, go ram into a lamp post and have all your senses erased!
If you don't wanna be an Indian, GO DRINK BLEACH AND DIE and at the same time BLEACHED YOURSELF!!!!!!!
DAMN U!
Didn't you see the amount of cars, motorcycles, scooters coming your way!??? Are you blind or what?!
When u cant even cross over, then why the fuck do u STILL cross the damn road and get fucking stuck right in the middle of the road!????????? By being an ignorant piece of walking shit with two lidi-like charcoal black lower limbs, you think you own the road?! Or rather you reckon the road is of your great great great grandfather's?!
KNNCCB!
Seriously! I am so so so so so so so so so so sooooooooooooooo AGITATEDD!!!!!!!!
ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Now, my poor bubble is broken! My heart is broken too!!
If you do not know how to handle the car behind the wheel, fucking sit on the passenger seat!
If u are so shallow enough to NOT put your common sense into practice on the road, go ram into a lamp post and have all your senses erased!
If you don't wanna be an Indian, GO DRINK BLEACH AND DIE and at the same time BLEACHED YOURSELF!!!!!!!
DAMN U!
Didn't you see the amount of cars, motorcycles, scooters coming your way!??? Are you blind or what?!
When u cant even cross over, then why the fuck do u STILL cross the damn road and get fucking stuck right in the middle of the road!????????? By being an ignorant piece of walking shit with two lidi-like charcoal black lower limbs, you think you own the road?! Or rather you reckon the road is of your great great great grandfather's?!
Seriously! I am so so so so so so so so so so sooooooooooooooo AGITATEDD!!!!!!!!
ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Now, my poor bubble is broken! My heart is broken too!!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
What can be more silent when you cant hear your friends who are excitedly giggling away... With fireworks spraying colours of joy against the vast starry sky and the boom reaching your ears a few seconds later in a few intervals at a distance away...
Chinese New Year has never been so quiet... It is like I'm standing within a few centimeters of sound-proof space that prevent me to blend in with the atmosphere... There is a cloud of sombre-ness hovering above me... But when I look up, I see nothing.
It has been a few years CNY isn't the same anymore... I do not know what is the actual meaning of celebrating CNY. It is all broken... With her departure, the definition of broken became more vivid. I keep holding on to memories. I fail to let go. I would love to see things like how it used to be. It is impossible. Yes, I know...
Two days before CNY, the market in our area which I cud observed from KD-3-10 never failed to excite me. I like the bust of preparation of chinese new year. Every year, aunt will take out her annual vase and decorate it with lovely pretty flowers...
Eve..,all 11 of us sitting around in round table. Me having my first lesson of beer. Ended up jolly-shandied. Perching excitedly on the table not any shorter than me back then, right beside either aunts so that they can peel the prawn skin for me. Nibbling food from brothers's plate. Haha~
I guess, I will never enjoy CNY anymore... Never... It is going to be a tough effort and people to make me feel that way again. I felt like a child... A fragile small child still protected with cocoon. Passed were the time when I knew only very lil of everything.
This occasion is another day for me which allows me to mourn... To remember. To reminisce. I choose to think that nobody can ever understand the feeling of losing it all. Fugly, I tell u, fugly... In a way, I find it consoling a bit to think this way.
Depressing post again? Bah~ Yeah. Too bad.
A journey to locate the enlightenment, a journey to let go of everything...
Chinese New Year has never been so quiet... It is like I'm standing within a few centimeters of sound-proof space that prevent me to blend in with the atmosphere... There is a cloud of sombre-ness hovering above me... But when I look up, I see nothing.
It has been a few years CNY isn't the same anymore... I do not know what is the actual meaning of celebrating CNY. It is all broken... With her departure, the definition of broken became more vivid. I keep holding on to memories. I fail to let go. I would love to see things like how it used to be. It is impossible. Yes, I know...
Two days before CNY, the market in our area which I cud observed from KD-3-10 never failed to excite me. I like the bust of preparation of chinese new year. Every year, aunt will take out her annual vase and decorate it with lovely pretty flowers...
Eve..,all 11 of us sitting around in round table. Me having my first lesson of beer. Ended up jolly-shandied. Perching excitedly on the table not any shorter than me back then, right beside either aunts so that they can peel the prawn skin for me. Nibbling food from brothers's plate. Haha~
I guess, I will never enjoy CNY anymore... Never... It is going to be a tough effort and people to make me feel that way again. I felt like a child... A fragile small child still protected with cocoon. Passed were the time when I knew only very lil of everything.
This occasion is another day for me which allows me to mourn... To remember. To reminisce. I choose to think that nobody can ever understand the feeling of losing it all. Fugly, I tell u, fugly... In a way, I find it consoling a bit to think this way.
Depressing post again? Bah~ Yeah. Too bad.
A journey to locate the enlightenment, a journey to let go of everything...
Thursday, February 15, 2007
another Valentine's post in another blog page
9 out of 10 blog sites I visited contain an entry on Valentine's day. (i musn't miss out oso! Hence Im here!)
Either it is a prototype complaints on being dateless and single. Feeling the empty lonesome and sulking away at one corner of the room. Drafted out multiple reasons of
WHY AM I STILL SINGLE when im fucking hawt and my next door hideous neighbour who has the distinction look of an ogre has a chiq next to him!
and thinking about I-love-u-but-you-don't-love-me context.
OR
Sobbing away in un-named blog site under a pseudonym on the amount of ringgits that have generated wings and emancipated in just one night. *sweat*
OR
Telling the WHOLE WIDE WORLD www.2007vdaywasd'besteventeverhappenedtomeinmyentirelife.com
Man, wat happened to your friends and parents and siblings?! Nuts.
OR
worse i've ever come across with ONLY
I LAB U phrase throughout the entry. I LOVE you till the core of bone, and the bottom of my heart (well, u see, since u are at the bottom of his heart, theres still of space above XD ) and ya-da ya-da ya-da attached with gazillions self portrayed pictures captioned : MY HONEY AND I. *puke*
Well and good for me. I am single. I have all the rights in the universe to sulk too. But somehow this Valentine's failed to affect me in any sense. Maybe Im being surrounded with loads of singles and tempe (referring to the locals) couples which doesn't appeal me much compared to the Taylorians' act, radio announcement ala advertisement to call in for ur love ones, heart shaped, doves, lil aphrodites-carrying-arrows&bow deco in every freaking sopping malls and last but not the least the headlines on local newspapers announcing on lucky couples who was blessed with babies on such divine day THAT I had to put up with for the last 2 years!!!!! (pause, breathe.)
It makes perfect sense that being in a rural area, urban event is not significant at all. Haha. Im glad I share this lovely days with my friends who means more than any cute guys can offer me right now. Arigato kogaimasu.
And, and, and u see ... Not everybody is happy on Valentine's day... People fight, people get dumped (still wondering who is capable of doing so, but it is highly possible). People cry, people attempted suicide, people freak out and people made up. Ive seen so many heartaches written across faces and it hurts me to see them in such way... Ive known many cheatings behind the one person they swore their balls and tits to when they were on a spree to get him/her.
XD
The world is still playing innocence. Evading the elements of maturity and responsibility has become a must-do task nowadays.
Yalor, we are not flawless mah. All this, can wan lah, can do bit bit wan lah. Nah beh~
Either it is a prototype complaints on being dateless and single. Feeling the empty lonesome and sulking away at one corner of the room. Drafted out multiple reasons of
WHY AM I STILL SINGLE
and thinking about I-love-u-but-you-don't-love-me context.
OR
Sobbing away in un-named blog site under a pseudonym on the amount of ringgits that have generated wings and emancipated in just one night. *sweat*
OR
Telling the WHOLE WIDE WORLD www.2007vdaywasd'besteventeverhappenedtomeinmyentirelife.com
Man, wat happened to your friends and parents and siblings?! Nuts.
OR
worse i've ever come across with ONLY
I LAB U phrase throughout the entry. I LOVE you till the core of bone, and the bottom of my heart (well, u see, since u are at the bottom of his heart, theres still of space above XD ) and ya-da ya-da ya-da attached with gazillions self portrayed pictures captioned : MY HONEY AND I. *puke*
Well and good for me. I am single. I have all the rights in the universe to sulk too. But somehow this Valentine's failed to affect me in any sense. Maybe Im being surrounded with loads of singles and tempe (referring to the locals) couples which doesn't appeal me much compared to the Taylorians' act, radio announcement ala advertisement to call in for ur love ones, heart shaped, doves, lil aphrodites-carrying-arrows&bow deco in every freaking sopping malls and last but not the least the headlines on local newspapers announcing on lucky couples who was blessed with babies on such divine day THAT I had to put up with for the last 2 years!!!!! (pause, breathe.)
It makes perfect sense that being in a rural area, urban event is not significant at all. Haha. Im glad I share this lovely days with my friends who means more than any cute guys can offer me right now. Arigato kogaimasu.
And, and, and u see ... Not everybody is happy on Valentine's day... People fight, people get dumped (still wondering who is capable of doing so, but it is highly possible). People cry, people attempted suicide, people freak out and people made up. Ive seen so many heartaches written across faces and it hurts me to see them in such way... Ive known many cheatings behind the one person they swore their balls and tits to when they were on a spree to get him/her.
XD
The world is still playing innocence. Evading the elements of maturity and responsibility has become a must-do task nowadays.
Yalor, we are not flawless mah. All this, can wan lah, can do bit bit wan lah. Nah beh~
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
If only he knows...
My lips are oedemated, both cheeks are burning hot...,
Eyes can only make out blurry vision of a figure from a centimetre away...
She is such a handsome chiq...
I am shivering, teeth chattering against each other, guts shuddering beneath the supposedly-warm windbreaker and my hyperthermic body temperature. Unsure whether it is the cold breeze or the fear that is sitting on me right at this moment...
Ive never felt such way for over a prehistoric time... Excitement beyond expectation, sensation beyond cloud nine, indescribable euphoria... Things that money can't buy, also no mastercard can settle in a swipe. If only I was a single lingham, it would be perfect. Every piece will fall into the right-est place within the frame.
Her hair smells so good. Minty citrus with touch of eucalyptus... Reminds me of her... But shes on the other side of the universe... Smiles, voice, actions... Everything. Every single bloody aspect make me reminisce of her... Err~ The question is, which hers am I referring to now?
No, I shouldnt have made this meeting... This is an absolute sin... Or is it not...?
I am so fond of her. I like her very much. A friend- as i claimed. But, only I know how things work... We can never be together...
It is not in my dream to see her being hurt... And I have made an agonizing decision to sacrifice you... It is not easy. I lied... to her. But... but... this is LOVE we are talking about~ Arrives and leaves in an instant...
Ain't I the victim too...?
I have the power to deviate its course yet I choose this rocky path.
Unraveling those bushes and saplings along the way. He doesn't realized he has walked over a bright sunflower along his way...
In the end, he will hurt both you and her.
Only Love,
Sue..
Eyes can only make out blurry vision of a figure from a centimetre away...
She is such a handsome chiq...
I am shivering, teeth chattering against each other, guts shuddering beneath the supposedly-warm windbreaker and my hyperthermic body temperature. Unsure whether it is the cold breeze or the fear that is sitting on me right at this moment...
Ive never felt such way for over a prehistoric time... Excitement beyond expectation, sensation beyond cloud nine, indescribable euphoria... Things that money can't buy, also no mastercard can settle in a swipe. If only I was a single lingham, it would be perfect. Every piece will fall into the right-est place within the frame.
Her hair smells so good. Minty citrus with touch of eucalyptus... Reminds me of her... But shes on the other side of the universe... Smiles, voice, actions... Everything. Every single bloody aspect make me reminisce of her... Err~ The question is, which hers am I referring to now?
No, I shouldnt have made this meeting... This is an absolute sin... Or is it not...?
I am so fond of her. I like her very much. A friend- as i claimed. But, only I know how things work... We can never be together...
It is not in my dream to see her being hurt... And I have made an agonizing decision to sacrifice you... It is not easy. I lied... to her. But... but... this is LOVE we are talking about~ Arrives and leaves in an instant...
Ain't I the victim too...?
I have the power to deviate its course yet I choose this rocky path.
Unraveling those bushes and saplings along the way. He doesn't realized he has walked over a bright sunflower along his way...
In the end, he will hurt both you and her.
Only Love,
Sue..
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Bloody Diamond
Think "The Last Samurai" is helluva good historical epic?
Try Blood Diamond-based on a true story of a global conflict.
See for yourself how each scenes sweep you off from the peaceful-cum-boring -everyday-life's perception. The ground you stand will somehow be altered once the message of this masterpiece travel across to you... It only sucked you into the chaotic turmoil in a land most of us are not concerned about.
Yes, Edward Zwick (also the director of The Last Samurai, thats why I did the comparison) brings us a masterpiece of the year definitely defeating The Prestige... Along with a masterful act by Leonardo Dicaprio aided with such brilliant cinematography. They are pretty
p/s: take notice of the sunsets.
I never would have thought that Dicaprio can capture my heart for him. Used to loathe him and
his hair in all his Cheesy movies ie Romeo and Juliet, TITANIC and The man behind the Iron Mask.
Apart from having eye candy in such, the movie brought along concept that slaps the audience hard in the thought exposing an issues dwelling with humanity, greed and human's life just for a rock compressed within the surface of the earth for millions of years-
The Blood/Conflict/War/Pink Diamond.
Bah~ A lil' teasing of romance (I personally like the way the hero and less important heroine NOT having to exchange french kiss or having to lock onto each other's arm like any other prototype war movies- like, lets say- Pearl Harbour? )
This movie definitely taught me something even though I can't pinpoint to what exactly. Not like I am heading to become a mercenary nor am I going to point a gun on my dad's forhead. Maybe just maybe I might be an advantage of my future husband. He doesnt need to spend on diamond ring for me.Tee Hee~ XD I wouldn't wanna wear a polished rock tainted with blood of the innocents, ya know...
My RATE is 10.5 outta 10
Anyways, interested in more detailed reviews:
http://www.movies2.nytimes.com/2006/12/08/movies/08diam.html
http://www.simpleton.blogspot.com
:: Djimon Houson, Leo ::
Try Blood Diamond-based on a true story of a global conflict.
See for yourself how each scenes sweep you off from the peaceful-cum-boring -everyday-life's perception. The ground you stand will somehow be altered once the message of this masterpiece travel across to you... It only sucked you into the chaotic turmoil in a land most of us are not concerned about.
Yes, Edward Zwick (also the director of The Last Samurai, thats why I did the comparison) brings us a masterpiece of the year definitely defeating The Prestige... Along with a masterful act by Leonardo Dicaprio aided with such brilliant cinematography. They are pretty
p/s: take notice of the sunsets.
I never would have thought that Dicaprio can capture my heart for him. Used to loathe him and
his hair in all his Cheesy movies ie Romeo and Juliet, TITANIC and The man behind the Iron Mask.
:: tell me its not cheesy~ Keju-nyer~ ::
See! A plus point for ladies out there who hates and who loves him. If u hate him, you will end up LOVING him just like ME and if u love him, well and good- u will crave for him.
:: snapshots from the movie::
Apart from having eye candy in such, the movie brought along concept that slaps the audience hard in the thought exposing an issues dwelling with humanity, greed and human's life just for a rock compressed within the surface of the earth for millions of years-
The Blood/Conflict/War/Pink Diamond.
Bah~ A lil' teasing of romance (I personally like the way the hero and less important heroine NOT having to exchange french kiss or having to lock onto each other's arm like any other prototype war movies- like, lets say- Pearl Harbour? )
:: the ultimate mat romeo ::
Another important message carried across about family ties between a father and his son. *touching sial... sobz*
Cruelty worse then Child's Labour because you get to see kids forced into poising with M-16, Ak and Bazooka and firing them without mercy-man the blood that they shed >.< ~
Cruelty worse then Child's Labour because you get to see kids forced into poising with M-16, Ak and Bazooka and firing them without mercy-man the blood that they shed >.< ~
This movie definitely taught me something even though I can't pinpoint to what exactly. Not like I am heading to become a mercenary nor am I going to point a gun on my dad's forhead. Maybe just maybe I might be an advantage of my future husband. He doesnt need to spend on diamond ring for me.Tee Hee~ XD I wouldn't wanna wear a polished rock tainted with blood of the innocents, ya know...
:: my favourite pic- Jennifer Connelly as Maddy Bowen ::
A show not to be missed. Tremendous recommendation from me. It is by far, one of the best emotional, inspired,enlightened, informative elements buried in a movie to be dug up and fed to hungry audience like me. The last movie that made me felt this way dated back to almost 3 years back-The Final Cut and BigFish.My RATE is 10.5 outta 10
Anyways, interested in more detailed reviews:
http://www.movies2.nytimes.com/2006/12/08/movies/08diam.html
http://www.simpleton.blogspot.com
:: Leo and Jenny ::
::From left to right : Leo D'caprio, Jennifer Connelly, Kagiso Kyper,
Djimon Houson, Edawrd Zwick::
Djimon Houson, Edawrd Zwick::
:: Djimon Houson, Leo ::
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