Struggling Law Student

Pining

2010-05-27T01:54:00.000-07:00

This blog is an unattended garden with overgrown weeds. Kind of like the way I feel right now- tired, unappreciated, competing for some sunshine with gazillions of other weeds.

At least the guy next door whom I share a toilet with acknowledges what I do:

This is a dreary season in my life indeed, Europe you cannot come a day sooner!

How NOT to have business

2010-04-07T00:24:00.000-07:00

Translation: And when he is sick, it is God who heals

Corporophobia

2010-03-24T19:54:00.000-07:00

= fear of going to the toilet. Don’t laugh, millions hit by it already! I think I have a high probability of developing this judging from the way things are going.

Last Mon, I was happily doing my business at the public toilets at Wangsa Maju when the door opened on me. $%@#!

This is the SECOND time this has happened to me, and I really don’t know which is worse. The other time, it was the cleaning lady who opened it and announced to the world that I was shitting facing the wrong way, but this time it’s actually a GUY who opened the door. *cringes*

I had no idea that I was in the men’s toilet until I felt a weird sensation something might be wrong and turned around and saw to my horror someone looking in. WHO KNOWS HOW LONG HE’S BEEN LOOKING?!

In the split second I took to slam the door in that person’s face, I realised that the person looked suspiciously like a guy. My first thought was that he must have gone to the wrong toilet. Still I was pretty embarrassed and when I could hear him next door doing his business I ran like hell out of the toilet…

AND SAW THE STANDING URINALS I MISSED ON THE WAY IN… T_T

I really don’t know why I keep doing this kind of siasueh stuff. It seems to happen to me on a more than normal basis. Ah well, what’s life without some excitement huh.. See now both this guy and I have a story to tell our grandkids.

Personally, I blame the toilet signs for not being obvious enough. When you’re in a hurry, where got time to scrutinise the toilet signs! Don’t even get me started on the failing locks… Malaysian locks in particular seem to have a higher tendency of failing.

Me thinks that in general the difference between men and women’s toilet signs should be more obvious. Like this is definitely FAIL:

Toilet in bowling alleys, Sabah

These are quite creative, but the differences still need to be emphasised more. Somemore when you go bungy jumping u’ll surely be very nervous one right?

Women toilet signs should be in bright pink, labelled WOMEN big big. The toilet walls should be bright pink and with pink toilet bowls, fluffy chairs and all. The guys’ one, I don’t care. Just make sure a guy is always standing by the door.

As for these public toilets, I don’t even DARE to try..i just KNOW something bad’s gonna happen to me. Apparently the doors will open automatically after 15 mins, but I’m sure they’ll specially open it sooner just for me.

Photo from kennysia.com

Singapore or NZ?

2010-03-23T00:18:00.000-07:00

As some of you might know, I am currently in deep thought as to whether to work in Singapore or New Zealand. Many have advised me to weigh up the pros and cons of working in either, hence the table below:

Usually the pro of one is the con of another, so I didn’t list down the cons. The result of this tedious exercise is…

I am still undecided.. aiiyahhh

Can also work in other places I guess, like Aus or UK, but I think those places will be even harder for a fresh grad to get a job. Might end up staying at home and baking chocolate cake to sell.

If you can think of any other pros of working in Singapore or NZ let me know lah! Terimakasihthankqueverymuch!

Note: I realised after publishing that the table is very small but can click on it to make it bigger! Dunno what to do this thing doesn't let me copy and paste my table from microsoft word :/ In microsoft word my table is very big and beautiful

Sportshoes

2010-03-22T22:08:00.000-07:00

Me: *super happy at my awesome buy of the day* Ma I bought new shoes~!!! Reeebok one

Mum: How much you buy?

Me: Guess~

Mum: 200

Me: 124.50!

Mum: Fake one ah

Me: =_=ll

Marriage

2010-03-20T21:05:00.000-07:00

Quote from I Too, Am Malay by Zaid Ibrahim:

“Marriage changed my lifestyle in many ways. I was rapt by Suliana, as a wife and educated woman. We lived happily as husband and wife with few problems. It’s just Suliana would pout whenever I got home late. But she believes in the goodness of people. She has never denigrated anyone. To me, she is like an unblemished apple that is hard to come by. She gave new meaning and hope for family life. I was no longer a selfish young man who only thought of having fun. We have been blessed with three children, two sons and a daughter. Suliana is like the air I breathe to me, my oxygen. She gives meaning to my life. She also determines the direction of our life and family stability. My love for her has not diminished from the early days. As it’s said, she is my inspiration.”

*melts into a puddle of melted stuff*

In this time when news of sex scandals and affairs abound, Men like Zaid and Paul-whose-full-name-is-too-long-to-type-out make me believe in happy endings for marriages. After almost 20 years of marriage, Paul would still mention his wife with a glow in his eyes, and a sheepish smile on his face. This guy actually proposed to his wife within 10 days of meeting her!! Crazy fella and kudos to his wife for not dismissing him as that.

Paul said: ”you will know it when it’s the right person”.

But then just yesterday, my primary school tuition teacher said, on the same topic: “you will never know one”.

So, will I know or not know??

Zico

2010-03-17T21:00:00.000-07:00

Today's the first working day in 3 weeks that I’m not at Zaid Ibrahim & Co! My journey there started 6 months ago when I emailed to Zico for an attachment. The mercenary in me thought that if I was ever going to work in Malaysia, it might as well be the biggest and the highest-paying one right?! When the managing partner replied my email (like, the top guy), I was hooked. Die die also must do loh like that.

Having survived the attachment, I have mixed feelings about it. On the down side, there were days where I spent the whole day doing photocopying, and days when I had absolutely nothing to do except flip through my Female magazine or read the newspapers. There were days when I felt obligated to turn up for work despite having food poisoning the day before. On one particularly frustrating day, I spent 4-5 hours doing a piece of work, but it all got wiped out mysteriously just as I was about to leave for home. Worse still, my colleagues had to stay back to finish up the job because it was getting too late for me to take the lrt. Almost everyday, I got to the office at 8am and had to wait around for someone to tag me in. After work, it took me 1-2 hours to get home on public transport crammed full of sweaty grouchy people. I had to spend my weekends catching up on my part time study because I was too exhausted by the time I reached home to study. During my short stay there, I did not learn much about the law, nor did I get a glimpse of what all the different departments had to offer.

Would I have done the attachment if I knew it was going to turn out this way? I’d say yes, in a heartbeat. 3 weeks went by in a blink, but I believe the relationships I had formed and the lessons I have learnt will influence me in ways I can’t even fathom now. Within 3 weeks, I got to know almost all the chambering students (‘chambies’ as they are fondly known as) past the ‘hi and bye’ stage and felt like I’ve been there for months already. Those late night sessions, dreaded as they were, allowed us to get to know each other better. I got the opportunity to chat with some of the partners who have so much life experience and wise words to share that I regret not looking them up more often. I didn’t get to meet the namesake of the firm, Zaid Ibrahim himself, but I got given a book written and signed (yay!) by him. It’s called “I Too, Am Malay” and chronicles his experience growing up in a kampong, building his firm, and of course, his brief stint as the Law Minister. Very fascinating so far, maybe next time I’ll write a book called I Too, Am Chinese! When I first came back to Malaysia with my angmoh bf in tow, people actually thought that I was a foreigner too T_T

As far as I could tell, Zico is where you can find Malay Chinese Indian mixing like there’s no Malay Chinese Indian. In the chambering rooms at least, race was never an issue. Where people did clash (as is normal in a big firm), it was based on personality differences rather than anything else. I just remembered that I actually put “malaysian” quite cheekily on my application form at the race section and no one said anything lol. My main goal for doing the attachment was to see what the working in Malaysia is like for a young lawyer and I achieved that. For now, I can safely say that it’s not the right time for me to start working here. Even though Zico is one the highest-paying law firms in Malaysia, it does not even compare to the pay that I can get elsewhere. Moreover, I can’t even get that pay until a year later because of that ridiculous requirement that graduates from Aus and NZ universities have to do the CLP. I am fortunate enough not to have ginormous student loans to repay, but still, I have been using a lot of my parents’ money and it’s high time to make my own dough.

In terms of the working culture, I would say that Zico is a great place to work at as long as you can get along with your colleagues. Although I won’t miss having to wake up at 6am every morning, I will dearly miss that crazy bunch of chambies!

Don't play play. 3 weeks there and I got my own cubicle already!

Lol just jk,someone else's one but same name as me

With Jess

With 'lao shi' Wei Wei :)

With Paul, one of the partners, and my fellow attachees. Look damn short ish.

With Farah and Azyan

With Jack and Nizam

With 'chap choy' Rajes and Shermaine who could've been a beauty queen but chose to be a hot shot lawyer

Wee Shiuan is shy.

With Ian and our farewell gifts!

I dunno why we're so happy. Cos I'm leaving??

Pau

2010-01-12T08:57:00.000-08:00

Haven’t been updating much cos I’ve been busy travelling! Funny how there seems to be more stuff to do after I’ve finished studies..
Anyway, just another joke to add to my extensive collection of ‘pau’ (bun) jokes:

Q: What’s the terrorist’s favourite bun?
A: Boom Boom Pau!

Might not get it if you don’t listen to Black Eyed Peas, but I feel quite smart to have thought of that myself anyway hehe!

I will live a million years!

2009-12-17T04:38:00.001-08:00

http://www.nzherald.co.nz/lifestyle/news/article.cfm?c_id=6&objectid=10615451

Mum needs a quotebook too

2009-12-16T03:21:00.000-08:00

Me: Wellington zoo got this kiwi, one-legged one!

Mum: All kiwis are one-legged what

Me: =_= ll

Dad needs a quotebook

2009-12-16T02:33:00.000-08:00

At the Bay of Islands…

Me: I want to go and swim with dolphins!!

Dad: Swim with dolphins for what, later go to the swimming pool I swim with you

Me: =_=

When a compliment isn't a compliment

2009-12-04T14:55:00.000-08:00

Watching a TV show on obesity and stomach stapling:

Me: You know, fat people always have really good complexion.

Lyn: Yeah that's true. I wonder why.

Me: Must be because they don't lack any nutrients at all, cos they eat so much.

*Pause*

Kavita: Hey Fi, you have really good complexion.

2009

2009-12-02T14:14:00.000-08:00

In 2009, I:

- streaked my hair red

- became a tutor in a paper that I’ve never taken before

- got a couple of jobs. and kept them!

- modelled a Chinese costume chewah

- earned more than I ever have in my entire life (3.5k only lar)
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- learnt to make proper coffee

- tried to pick up French. failed miserably
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- got more involved in church

- completed a half-marathon

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- read through 1st Peter (big accomplishment for me ok)

- made new friends! ruhanie, nat, dan, akemi, moi etc

- lost touch with some friends T_T

- emceed a fundraising event

- gained, lost, gained, lost, gained 2 kilos (it’s all muscle I tell you)

- went on an amazing trip to Marlborough Sounds with amazing flatmates + 1 random

- got a degree!

- advertised the mister’s channel hard out (click this out:

http://www.youtube.com/user/BuzBG

muahaha)

Meh that’s all I can think of now. Altogether a very fulfilling year thanks to the big guy up there watching out for me :) Wonder what lies ahead next year?

Things to do with a first class honours degree

2009-12-02T02:58:00.000-08:00

Jump around ecstatically in front of flatmates and boyfriend

Check results on another computer just in case

Get a free crunchie at church during testimonial time

Check results again

Alter academic transcript to say second class upper, email it to parents, and wait for their reaction

Christianity

2009-11-23T14:56:00.000-08:00

I remember crying during a Christian camp years ago. When asked why, I replied that I cried because everyone else was crying. And it was true. I was desperately trying to squeeze out tears just to blend in and pretty stoked that I managed to. I pictured a loved one dying.
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Everyone laughed at my reply, but I suspect that I wasn’t the only one who cried to blend in, or at least tried to look as sombre as possible. It is easy to go with the flow, without realising for oneself the profoundness of what Jesus did. It is easy to pretend to be an outward Christian, just because to turn away from that is to alienate your friends whom you grew up with. It is easy to be a Christian only when you are surrounded by Christians, and hide one’s convictions when you are surrounded by non-Christians. Like a chameleon, changing one’s colours according to the background. Trying hard not to stand out.
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It is easy to do all that when you don’t realise for yourself that God is true.
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I’ve wondered sometimes, how president Obama can be a Christian. I mean, he must be one of the smartest people in the world right? How can he believe in something so irrational as Jesus? To believe not only that there is a God, but that he send his son (whom is Him also, try working that out) to die to pay the sins of the world so that we might be sinless? What kind of brainwashed idiot would believe in that? For a long time, deep down, so deep that I can ignore it most times, I doubted that Christianity is true.
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I’ve often prayed to God that if he is true, would he please just tell me that in a clear voice that I can instantly recognise as his, or send an angel to appear right now in front of me. When I was younger, I put my hands over my short-sighted eyes and told God to give me perfect vision again. None of that happened. So I stopped praying. I stopped praying for my parents and my brother and my friends, because I doubted if God existed.
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Coming to New Zealand and being part of christian fellowship forced me to wrestle with my doubts. At times, I feel convicted that God is true. At times, I doubted. I am thankful for the opportunities I’ve had to express my doubts and not be shot down with a routine ‘go read the bible’ or ‘you need to pray more’ reply, or be met with a shocked ‘you infidel!’ expression. Honestly, responses like these only encourage Christians to stop thinking about why they believe what they do. When the rest of the world is thinking, how can we afford not to? 1 Peter 3:15: “… Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have…”
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Although part of believing involves God’s spirit working through us, a stronger conviction requires it to be rationally possible, at least, for the Christian God to be true. I know for me it does. Because I cannot believe in something that has a 0% chance of existing. Why don’t I just jump off a cliff instead and believe that something will save me?

.To come to the conclusion that the Christian God can be true, I’ve wrestled with questions such as:
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Is there a God? Is this God the same one as the one proclaimed in the Bible? Is the Bible true? Did Jesus really exist? Did he and his disciples speak the truth? Like Buz said, there is no reason to assume that Peter and the other writers of the Bible weren’t as intellectual as we are now. Some of these writers saw and knew Jesus personally, and even died horrendously because they knew that Jesus was true.
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To be honest, I am still grappling with some issues, as any thinking Christian should be. But I know the basics of Christianity to be true, from thinking rationally about it and being convicted by the Spirit.
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I came back from student leadership camp last week, feeling refreshed and renewed in my faith.
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One lesson from SLC is contained in Psalm 23. God is sovereign. What Nigel said is true. To worry is to sin, for then we stop placing our trust in God. My future is in God’s hands, and deep down, I know his plans for me can only be good, even if it involves some suffering and hardship here and there.
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Another lesson is that of having an undivided life. To be a Christian is to be a Christian all the time, not just in church. And when you know the truth of the gospel, how can you compartmentalise your life? The joy of salvation cannot be contained.
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I’m writing this down so that I can come back to it when doubts haunt me again. Also, I hope it encourages those who are struggling with their faith to not be afraid of expressing that doubt and to take steps towards resolving them. Like Andy prayed after his talk, I hope that anything I’ve wrote which is not from God is erased from your minds, and that which is from God remains forever.

All for Thee

2009-11-21T15:00:00.000-08:00

Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing,
Always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.

Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own;
It shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure-store.
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.

For once in a long long time, I can mean what I sing.. more thoughts on Student Leadership Camp soon!

I should have thought of this...

2009-11-11T18:19:00.001-08:00

BEFORE I lost all my earrings T_T

My creative juices were overflowing, so I made my own jewellery holder! Not bad right.. As you can see, I love my hoop earrings.

This one Ruth gave me one.

I love my accessories, because no matter how fat I get, they still fit! I still have more apart from those above sigh. Think I need to go to AA-- accessories annonymous

Planning Frenzy

2009-11-10T14:46:00.000-08:00

These past few days I have been spending every available hour on the net planning my parents’ trip to New Zealand (and maybe surfing facebk, trademe and blogs too :P).

My itinery so far:

Meet parents in Auck when they arrive. Drive to Bay of Islands. Stay 3 days. Head back to Auck to pickup my big brother (who is still single I think and a doctor *ahem* interested ladies please submit CVs to muah). Drive down to Welly in 2 days, stopping by undetermined places on the way.

Stay 3 days in Welly, bring my parents around, introduce bigbro to pretty girls, and graduate. Fly to Christchurch, stay 1 night, and drive down to Queenstown in morning, stopping by Lake Tekapo.

Stay 4 days in Queenstown doing whatever tourists do, and visiting Milford Sounds one of those days. Parents fly back to Auck and I fly back to Welly!

Phew, makes me tired just thinking about it… Right after this, I need to plan my trips to Brisbane, back to Malaysia + Sabah, Hong Kong, and Bangkok! Travel til siao. Maybe I can start my own travel blog. Anyone who wants to meet up with me better book appointments now haha, chewah sound like some bigwig hot shot.

Any suggestions on stuff to do and offers of places to stay in the places above (apart from Malaysia lah) would be very very much welcome and earn my undying gratitude!!

Smoothie Baby

2009-11-04T19:29:00.000-08:00

Today, I will talk about the purplish goo that I’ve been having for breakkie! Every morning, my long suffering flatmates wake up to the alarm clock that is my beloved Philips blender. I’ve tried damping the sound by wrapping my blender in a cloth but it’s still quite loud… I think they still love me though :)

For a super duper powderful smoothie, I usually use:

Banana, kiwifruit, and some mixed berries... (Blueberries + strawberries + raspberries are the best combination I think. Currently, I have cranberries, blackberries, and blackcurrants in stock. I also microwave them a bit so that I don’t get brainfreeze.)

A few slices of mango...

About half a cup of plain yoghurt... If you want it sweeter, you can add vanilla yoghurt:

Baileys (Haha jokes. Don't you think our collection is pretty though?)

A small tps of spirulina (smells and tastes like rotted liver but it’s SUPER good for you)

Put banana, yoghurt, mango, spirulina, kiwifruit, and berries in that order cos it blends pretty that way.

I left out the mango and kiwifruit for this one

Tadah~

It usually isn’t that pretty. I cheat one, added the sliced lemon and wand for presentation-- tips I learnt from working in the hospitality industry. Huitein would be so proud of me!

I’ve packed my smoothie to class quite a few times, and I always get people asking me “What is that?!” in a disgusted tone and a scrunched up face. To be fair, it does look a bit like Barney’s vomit, but it is oh so yummylicious! Try it :)

Shopaholic

2009-11-04T19:15:00.000-08:00

This is what happens when you have too many clothes :(

But I'm putting 90% of the blame on the China-made rack :P

My new buy today!!

I don't usually buy shoes with "toe cleavage" (as sarah kee calls them) cos they're just a bit too sexy. But couldn't resist these, sigh~

One day I'll blog about my fave shop where I got these, my Hush Puppies, Ecco shoes, Witchery and Cue clothes from!

Dad knows best

2009-10-30T22:20:00.000-07:00

Quote from the infinitely wise Papa on convincing Buz to work in Singapore:

- Singapore so small but got so many people, New Zealand only got sheep! You think sheep listen to piano or people listen to piano??

The List

2009-10-27T13:34:00.001-07:00

Until a few years ago, I had a list for the perfect guy, just like the female lead in The Ugly Truth. He would be slightly taller and older than me, smart, play the guitar, Asian but with really good English, outspoken, just a bit chubby (so that I don’t feel fat), pleasant-looking (but not too hot as to attract unwanted attention), have good earning potential, and possess a car.

And then I met Buz.

Although he’s smart, funny, taller and older than me, he was also skinny as when I met him, white, didn’t have a car, quiet, plays the piano instead of guitar (lol might as well plug his channel here http://www.youtube.com/user/BuzBG), and just a bit too hot :P As you can see, he didn’t quite make the list but he got me anyhow (read: “I got him” for his version). To be sure, he has other qualities that I wasn’t specifically looking for, things which would top my list if I had one still, like being gentle, unassuming, patient, always understanding, funny, cooks, and I better stop now just in case he reads this..

Moral of the story is, burn your list. When you meet someone you meet someone. We’re a dino couple now, and it’s kinda hard imagining what it’ll be like without him. Can't vouch for what’s going to happen in the future, but it’s been a great 3 years :)

Smile

2009-10-25T13:31:00.000-07:00

The awesome folks at International Christian Fellowship gave a farewell booklet to all those who're graduating this year. It struck me how often my smile was mentioned:

When I was about 12 or so, I remember practising my smile in front of the mirror countless times. Looks like it paid off haha. Maybe I don't need braces after all.

I don't know if my smile is particularly obvious, or whether all the other graduates got the same comments too. But I do think that my default position is to smile. Like when I'm stumped for answers in class, I just put on an insanely wide grin and hope that the lecturer will move on to other prey.

It's kinda interesting thinking about what other people's default reactions are. I can think of other people who seem happy all the time, some who seem worried all the time, and some who seem sad all the time. I wonder if we're born a certain way, or whether it's how we were brought up that determines our default response. Probably a combination of both, as with all things.

So that you don't miss my smile too much! :P

PS: I'm blaming my big brother for the little chip on my front left tooth. Can't remember how he did it but he did it I'm sure.

Crybaby

2009-10-21T19:43:00.000-07:00

I have cried a grand total of 3 times in law school.

Best place to cry: A toss up between the toilets (can be anonymous unless you have a distinctive sob) and the cellphone chat rooms in the library (cos no one ever uses them).

Worst place to cry: In front of the lecturer in his office.

Side note: The windows in the library consist of 2 slidable panes, top and bottom. The bottom panes have been locked. Being vertically-challenged, I have always been annoyed at how I have to climb on a chair and onto the window ledge to pull down the top panes when the rooms get suffocating. Recently, I found out that the reason why the bottom panes are locked is to prevent possible suicide attempts. Ahh, what a happy place this is.

Things I learnt at law school

2009-10-21T03:37:00.000-07:00

Having less than 10 days before the last exam of my undergrad degree, I feel that I am in a position now to impart my eternal wisdom to those unfortunate enough to still be captives of the law school dungeon. Hopefully, these tips will make the sentence just a teeny bit easier:

If you want to eat while at the computer, either go to the Honours room at Level 2 or the G01 computer lab.
Make as many friends as possible in first year. Second year onwards, everyone’s got friends and they don’t need more.
If you aspire to be class rep, wait til 2nd year onwards when no one wants to be one.
Never go to Alberto Costi outside office hours.
Be nice to the librarians. Might get special privileges eg free photocopying cards and fine waivers.
Be a volunteer note-taker. Makes you take pretty notes.
Do NOT make a habit of asking more than 1 question per class.
On that note, people who talk most in class probably know the least.
Never sit at the back row. Lecturers ALWAYS pick on people at the back.
Failing a test isn’t the end of the world.
Coffee is your best friend.
You will get the most marks for the stuff you spent the least time on.
Smile. As if law school isn’t unfriendly enough already.

Read Your Labels

2009-10-11T22:50:00.000-07:00

I am somewhat of a health freak. Part of that involves scanning the labels of almost everything I buy. It’s a habit which I developed in my teens, when I was super highly weight-conscious. Also, I get bored in the toilet, so I got used to grabbing whatever stuff with lettering on it to read, such as shampoo and conditioner bottles. You get a few surprises now and then, for example:

Innocent-looking coconut-milk

Porn?!

Innocent-looking body shop lip balm

With cannabis

Don't play play, person you kiss might get high...

2009-09-30T01:05:00.000-07:00

I was googling one of my sort-of-friend’s name just to see what would come up, and found out that he/she knows one of the top bloggers in Malaysia! How cool is that! Not revealing either name cos it’s just a bit stalkerish to be googling people’s names.. Just to clarify, I don’t do it all that often; it was just a random impulse. Really.

This post is so short I should’ve twittered/twitted it (whichever term people use). Alas my technological capacities aren’t that advanced yet.. I got a bit put off when I saw that one of the hottest topics on Twitter is “goodnight”. Like, duh.

Btw did you hear? Youtube, Twitter and Facebook are merging! Their new name is You Twit Face. (Haha, jokes)

Girl Talk

2009-09-29T00:39:00.001-07:00

A girly conversation at our flat resulted in the following conclusions:

Black guys like looking at booties

White guys like looking at boobies

Asian guys like looking at slim girls

Indian guys look at girls overall in an unfocused way, cos their girls are supposed to cover up

(PS: I take no responsibility for the accuracy of these statements! But you’re welcome to dispute them lol)

The head came off...

2009-09-23T19:41:00.000-07:00

This is a pen from Korea that Gina gave me:

Actually, that is how it's supposed to look like. This is how it looks like now:

Turn into a hungry ghost festival pen already...

This is my pretty red bag:

This is it after only a few uses:

Lining all torn already..

These are my hush puppies shoes which got trekked through the mud:

These are my witchery shoes after about a month:

These are a sample of earrings of which I've lost/destroyed/vacuum-sucked the other side:

This is my keyboard with the keys celloptaped on:

I think that apart from a pet-killer, I am also a stuff killer. If I borrow books from friends, I would try and flatten the wrinkles by piling dictionaries and other heavy stuff on top of them overnight before returning. I never buy expensive sunglasses cos I've broken at least 3 pairs by chucking them in my bag along with all my other stuff. More unbreakable stuff should be invented for people like me. Like this!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bO8G5zsQohg

Life would be so much easier...

I finally have a 12 pack!

2009-09-09T01:30:00.000-07:00

Tutor Evaluation

2009-09-07T14:07:00.000-07:00

Gee..thanks, I guess

Home

2009-09-03T15:48:00.000-07:00

When I was in secondary school, I didn’t feel discriminated against at all. I could do all I wanted as long as I had the capabilities to do it. I was made a prefect, was on the committee of several clubs, took part in competitions... Of course, there were sensible limits such as not being able to lead prayers or join the Muslim society. Mostly though, things were based on merit. The Malay teachers were great, and I felt that I was treated the same as the majority Malay students. Although I hanged out more with my non-Malay friends, I could joke and talk with the Malay classmates like normal. I remember being invited to a Malay friend’s house, Aida, for a class gathering. I was blissfully unaware of any racial tensions. The 1969 riots were just a paragraph in my history textbook which never seemed quite real.

After that honeymoon period, things changed. I didn’t get a government scholarship despite getting straight As in my SPM. It seemed that apart from the government, others were keen to give me education opportunities; I got a scholarship from TAR college and Victoria University instead. Now that I am almost graduating and contemplating returning home to work, I am told that if I’m not a Malay, I can never advance to the topmost positions in the government no matter how good I am. Chinese high court judges remain where they are their whole lives as they see others more junior to them rise up to higher ranks. Is it a surprise that I struggle to find reasons to go back home and work, apart from being able to have my family and friends close by?

It doesn’t make sense. I felt welcomed and accepted by Malay friends back in secondary school, and I know that there are many Malays that don’t discriminate against others. Why am I made to feel the opposite way by the few Malays in power? Really, what is there to gain from making other races hate yours? Not that there is such as a thing as “race” anyway. I especially resent the fact that since young, I have been indoctrinated into thinking that there are 3 major races in Malaysia, Malay Chinese and Indian. That we are all different from one another. That because we are different, we have different rights. It is so ingrained that I instinctively feel more comfortable with someone who looks like a Chinese. The fact is, we are all born equal, but made unequal through circumstances in life. If only we had a government that would seek to restore equality among all. Perhaps, working towards that cause is a reason for me to go home, eventually.

Really outdated post

2009-08-29T16:26:00.001-07:00

Of all things, they decided to put me on the cover of the English Proficiency Programme.

What, my Engrish no good isit?

On a side note, I found the pirate/pilot joke the funniest part in this year's Law Revue. Basically there was a scene with a some classic pirates such as Jack Sparrow and tat pirate from Peter Pan (forgot the name) moaning about how internet pirates are stealing the scene. Then this Asian pilot comes zooming in, thinking that it was a pilot meeting. Totally racist, but still freaking hilarious.

Clubbing

2009-07-13T23:10:00.000-07:00

I remember 3 years ago, I wrote a post on how the clubs here were so ultra classy compared to the ones back in Malaysia. I take that back. Well, about ¾ of it anyway. I now know that the reason why they seemed classy at that time was because it wasn’t midnight yet. Past that ungodly hour, the clubs show their true colours. I’ve always thought that I’m pretty open-minded but really, people should not be humping each other in public and girls should not wear dresses which cover their private parts only half the time. Admittedly, it’s still good fun to go clubbing once in awhile, and much safer as long as you don’t drink yourself senseless and you’re with a sensible bunch of friends. Sure beats prancing around in the bedroom with music blasting from tiny laptop speakers.

Winter blues

2009-07-08T14:41:00.001-07:00

I feel like I’m in the Kingdom of Malaria from the movie Igor, with dark clouds swirling overhead all the time. It’s quite depressing really. In summer, I was eager to jump out of my bed early for a quick run before it got too hot. Now, I wanna stay in bed til the sun comes out, which is like never most of the time.

If I were a mad scientist like those in Igor, I would invent a teleporter so that I can go somewhere nice and hot ala that guy in Jumper. I’d go swim in the warm ocean and sip on ice coffee (Malaysian style of course, not too creamy and not too sweet). I wouldn’t want a teleporter like the one in Star Trek, cos you need to teleport back to base before going somewhere else. And it won’t even work unless you stay still. Bah.

Jan 10. Malaysia. Wee!

Smacking Expensive Referendum

2009-06-17T21:43:00.000-07:00

While other countries are combating poverty and worldwide, millions of people have lost or will lose their livelihood, New Zealand decides to hold a $9 million citizen’s referendum on whether smacking should be criminalised, which btw, won’t change the law.

Me thinks these politicians deserve a bloody good smacking for wasting money like this.

Salesman with sense of humour

2009-06-07T16:51:00.000-07:00

Went to return a pair of earphones cos the clips wouldn't fit properly.

I’m Not Fun Anymore

2009-05-23T02:18:00.000-07:00

Very whiney emo post ahead.

The bf says he tickles me so often and acts cheeky cos that’s the only surefire way to make me laugh these days. I used to be ‘joyful’ he says. I’m tempted to retort that maybe it’s because I met him. But he might actually be right.

I complain much more nowadays. I take fewer chances. I can’t stand irresponsible people. I don’t believe I can be the next UN Sec General anymore. I don’t feel like I can change the world. I blame everything on everyone else.

Is this how people turn into boring grumpy grouchy beings called adults?

I blame Wellington. When I first came, everything was new, fresh, exciting. I even took pictures of taxis and people’s backyards. Now, all I do is stay home, eat, watch dvds, and if I’m feeling particularly adventurous, try out a new coffee place. Not that there’re many that I haven’t tried yet.

Right now, I think, 4 years in Wellington is enough. A few years more and I might start losing limbs cos they’ve rotted away. I’ve been trying out new things like running a half marathon, working at a cafe, being a tutor, dying my hair, but the excitement wears off all too soon. I feel like that blond chick in Vicky Christina Barcelona. I need a change.

Obama, I blame you.

Fi's Wisdom Quote of the Day

2009-05-15T20:48:00.000-07:00

Managers are evil evil people who sucker you into doing extra work and afterwards you're like How the hell did I agree to that %&*(#@

Speak Up

2009-05-08T18:55:00.000-07:00

Yesterday in my Mediation class, the lecturer mentioned that most people are scared to death of speaking up in public. She’s met CEOs and high-standing people who absolutely dread talking in front of others.

It’s good to know that I am in the majority. When I am called (or volunteer) to perform this arduous task, my face turns bright red, my heart rate shoots up, and I cringe at the opera-high pitch of my voice due to nervousness. I play with a pen to hide the trembling of my fingers. I know better than to eat right before talking, cos my stomach would be churning so fast you can make butter in it. The butterflies don’t just stay in there; they invade every inch of my body. My worse case was back in high school where my eye started twitching uncontrollably. I fervently hoped that no one would notice. Sometimes I would have no recollection of whatever I’ve just said. To my credit, I think I hide my panic well most times.

I wonder why people are made to feel this way. I wish there was a better cure, but I think the only way to overcome this is by practice, practice and more practice. That’s why I let my mouth say yes before my brain gets the chance to say no when a public speaking opportunity arises. That’s why I think, or hope, that I am getting way better at this.

Malunya Malaysia

2009-04-28T14:39:00.000-07:00

While doing research on my 15 000 word essay *chokes*, I was shocked to find out that Malaysia has not signed nor ratified two of the most prominent international treaties on human rights: the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights, and the International Covenant on Economic and Social, and Cultural Rights.

Seriously, even countries with abysmal human rights records like China, Zimbabwe, Afghanistan have signed these treaties already.. To me, this indicates the lack of willingness of Malaysia to improve its human rights situations. Surely, the first step you'll take if you're serious about this is to make yourself accountable to the international community.

On hindsight really, it's no wonder. So malu man..

Note: "malu"= Malay for humiliating

Good recipes are meant to be shared!

2009-04-24T18:59:00.000-07:00

3 years ago, I was first introduced to salty popcorn. Although objectionable at first, I soon grew to love it. After trying out most of the supermarket popcorn brands and flavours, I started experimenting with making my own popcorn. Today, after years of research, burnt paper bags, and a very cracked bowl, I have created my perfect popcorn recipe! The ultimate study snack and healthier than chips or supermarket popcorn~

Chicken Curry Popcorn (Warning: addictive)

1 210x240mm brown paper bag

half a cup of popping corn

1 tp of olive oil

1 oxo chicken stock cube

1tp of Empire hot curry powder

Instructions:
- Mix corn with oil.
- Crumble chicken stock cube into it. Add in curry powder (you can leave it out if you don’t like curry).
- Pour half of mixture into paper bag.
- Microwave on high for around 2-3min until popping slows down dramatically or stops.
- Pour out contents (careful it’s hot!) into a big bowl.
- Pour the rest of the unpopped corn into the non-oily side of the bag and microwave like before.
- Enjoy munching!

Another recipe that people have been asking me to share is my chocolate cake recipe. It can be retrieved from here: http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/One-Bowl-Chocolate-Cake-III/Detail.aspx

I use 1 cup of cocoa and I don’t use a mixer. Super easy and dummy-proof. Try it and lemme know what you think!

Where to from here?

2009-04-02T14:18:00.000-07:00

I’ve been half-heartedly applying for jobs over here and contemplating where I’m going after I graduate end of this year.

I could stay in NZ, try and get a job, and apply for PR after 2 years. Then either stay on or head off.

Or I could just get married to a Kiwi and get my PR straightaway. ROTFLOL.

I could go back to Malaysia, study for the Bar for a year, be a chambering student (read: slave) for 9 months and then start practising as a lawyer.

Or I could go to the UK, pay exorbitant fees to study for a year to convert my degree, and then another year to take the Bar there. Then go back to Malaysia to do chambering (read: slaving) for 9 months.

I could do my Masters. (NOT appealing)

I could go on a working holiday all around the world for 6 months, ending up in UK just in time for my second bro’s graduation. Then choose one of the options above or settle down at somewhere that catches my fancy.

I like the sound of the last one. But being dad’s lil “thousand gold”, it’s an uphill battle for approval. Aieeeeee~

Yay for God

2009-03-31T02:49:00.000-07:00

I just came back from a meeting where this lady from Thailand, Kanchana, shared her powerful testimony with us. Kanchana was led to be a medium when she was 15, until her 20s when she was freed from that life after an encounter with God in a church.

In between, she had tried being a nun for a few months, but was dissatisfied with having to pray to a man-made idol. She couldn’t understand why she, a living person, was praying to a non-living statue. She decided to try out church after she found a fossil of a seashell on top of a hill and connected it with what her friend had told her about Noah’s story (when God flooded the world).

Initially, Kanchana was freaked out when people started talking in tongues. She thought that they were ‘Jesus mediums’. When she tried to sneak out of the exit out front, she was inexplicably drawn towards the pulpit and prayed for. Then all she could remember was someone proclaiming Hallelujah, Praise the Lord! and she followed suit. Immediately, she could feel the medium spirit leaving her body. Since then, Kanchana was thirsty to learn more about the Bible, and who this God is.

From the start of her story, I was struck by how real the spiritual world is. We never think about it as we go about our daily lives, especially if we live in secular societies. Personally, I have never encountered any spirits or ghosts or any supernatural stuff, although I have heard stories of toyols, bomohs, and exorcisms. It is easy to discount such stuff as myths, stories that people make up to scare others. Tonight however, I am reminded that the spiritual battle is real and happening even today. I have no desire to be tested in my faith, but I am comforted by the fact that if ever that happens, I have nothing to be afraid of. as God is greater than any of the spirits or demons of this world.

Home sweet home

2009-03-29T00:32:00.000-07:00

After a year of being away from home, I'm like Gollum when anything remotely Malaysian comes along my path.. like kaya, Ipoh Old Town White Coffee, or the discovery of teh tarik at one of the restaurants here. It's a sure fire way of getting a huge face-splitting grin out of me...

My preciousssss~~~

Or more likely, MY PRECIOUS MY PRECIOUS MY PRECIOUS x 1000 + jumping up and down

Today, I had the brainwave of finding some online radio stations from Malaysia. Feels like I'm home, sigh~ yay for 988FM!

Half-marathon

2009-02-15T00:12:00.000-08:00

Evolution

2009-01-17T04:14:00.000-08:00

2006

2007

2008

2009

Happy 28th darling, you've obviously had a hair-"razing" time!

Zoo lesson 3

2009-01-17T03:57:00.000-08:00

At the Wellington Zoo, they feed the chimpanzees human contraceptive pills and put sunblock on them every morning.

Me thinks the sunblock's obviously not working, since the chimps look as black as any other chimp in the wild.

Zoo lesson 2

2009-01-01T13:54:00.001-08:00

Sun bears do NOT look like this:

And I never want to meet one in the wild.

Zoo Lesson 1 (Rating:R)

2009-01-01T13:45:00.000-08:00

Baboons are the horniest creatures ever.

10 minutes later...

And the pack follows their leader...

Sole Asian

2008-12-19T12:06:00.000-08:00

When my German flatmate moves in today, there is no doubt that I am, and will be, the only Asian in my flat for a couple of months at least. Currently, I have a Kiwi, a Belgian, and 2 American flatmates, and it’s been great fun.

After living overseas for years, there comes a point when you just cease to notice the colour of your skin, until the occasional Asian jokes surfaces. White people cease to be white people, and they don’t all look alike. You stop hugging random white guys cos you mistook them for your bf (I'm kidding).

Perhaps I just became one of them? I actually feel more comfortable talking to Malaysians here in English rather than Mandarin, even when their English isn’t that great. Some Kiwis are surprised when I tell them that I’ve only been in New Zealand for 3 years. I feel a mixed sense of chagrin and honour when I hear that. On one hand, I have successfully blended in. On the other hand, that could mean that I have abandoned my own culture. Maybe I am a SPG deep inside, treating Caucasians like gods, and wanting to be one of them.

But then again, I’m not really one of them. I can’t stand their notion of equating a good night out with getting pissed drunk, screaming like mad women and puking on the streets. Nor can I understand their national obsession with rugby (I’m generalising, of course). The ones that I do click with are the ones who are outside the norm.

The people I hang out with in law school are mostly Asians, although they come from Indonesia, China, Philippines, Hong Kong etc. When I see an Asian, I’m far more inclined to start up a conversation with him/her, compared to a Caucasian.

When it comes to matters of the heart , I spill my beans to a select few who are unsurprisingly, Malaysian mostly. The way I think and react is so ingrained in me by the culture I was brought up in that I know only Malaysians can truly understand what I am going through. The exceptions would be those whom I’ve known so long that they’ve come to understand my culture.

As a sidenote, it’s funny how when one is overseas, one is less a Chinese, Malay, or Indian. We’re just Malaysian. Maybe the whole population of Malaysia should migrate overseas. Maybe then we can be ‘Malaysia truly Malaysia’ instead of ‘Malaysia truly Malay Chinese Indian’. Or maybe we should just abandon race-based politics.

Why Harvey Dent?

2008-11-24T01:14:00.000-08:00

(No no see if you haven't watched The Dark Knight)

In the Dark Knight, the Joker tells Batman that Rachel is at Avenue X and Dent is at 225 sth Street. Batman says he’ll save Rachel. Gordon brings all the police officers to 225 sth Street to save Dent. However, Batman ends up with Harvey and Gordon ends up where Rachel is. It wouldn’t make sense if Batman said he’ll save Rachel, but changed his mind and went to save Dent instead, since that means the police and Batman would have ended up in the same place, which they didn’t. A more likely explanation is that the Joker switched the addresses, giving Batman Dent’s address instead of Rachel’s. Love to Google for saving me endless hours of tossing in bed thinking about this, yay!

When I First Fell in Love...

2008-11-14T19:55:00.000-08:00

With Krispy Kreme!

*Chomp*

All behold the greatest disappearing act...

Now you see it,

Now you don't !

Of cource, one is never enough..

*Happy sigh~*

Happy thoughts

2008-10-14T15:31:00.000-07:00

I love Wellington on a sunny day!

When I was younger, I used to like looking at clouds and let my imagination run wild.. Seldom do that nowadays, just goes to show how adulthood is killing my creativity. I kinda think the cloud on the lower left hand corner looks like a mermaid lying down.

Other happy thoughts:

Successfully peeling off the aluminium cover on my yoghurt container without ripping it

Having fun after exams!

Going to Melbourne

Wendy's face when she sees the birthday card I sent her

Having awesome flatties~

Speaking about flatmates, me n my flatties got a MONSTER of a cauliflower!

Just to show how ginormous it is...

Bigger than Mich's head, lol...

Mich said that a cauliflower actually looks like the human brain.. so we're in the process of devouring a plant brain! Hopefully will make us smarter for exams, muahaha

Secrets

2008-10-11T16:42:00.000-07:00

There are some things that you can't tell anyone. Because to do so means hurting the ones you love, and you know that saying it out gets you nowhere anyway. You could probably tell a stranger I guess, but all you'll get is an insincere "tsk tsk aww how sad.. " Like the Ask Thelma section in magazines.

3 years ago, the person I was would have gone by the 'what if' principle and vomit things out without thinking of the consequences. But life isn't just about me and what I want.

"There are places in our lives that only God can go."

How true.

First time on Youtube!

2008-10-09T02:21:00.000-07:00

I'm on my way to stardom, muahaha~ it's weird watching myself on video though, painful even...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iylWTfdSYg

Not telling where I am, watch the whole video! :P

My deepest fear

2008-09-30T13:29:00.000-07:00

... is not that my loved ones should pass away and leave me, but that they should do so without knowing God, that I should have no hope of ever seeing them again, and that I never mustered enough will and courage to talk to them about God. Tears flow when I’m reminded about this possibility, and I get angry and disappointed with myself for always leaving it to another day, thinking there’ll always be another chance to do it, or that someone else will talk to them. I worry that I’m not praying enough, not fasting, not trying hard enough. When I was younger, I used to pray for them every night, but somehow, I lost that along the way. Did I lose hope for them? Or did I not believe that God will answer my prayers? Either way, I should not have stopped. For my family and one of my closest friends, my greatest wish is for them to come to know Him, believe in Him and love Him. At the very least, to take the first step to find out more about Him, for I know that when ones seeks, one shall find. If not for their own salvation, then for my selfishness in not wanting to lose them. Nothing else matters really, yet it’s astonishing how easy it is to talk about less important stuff when opportunities arise to breach the topic...

Melbourne, I is coming~~~

2008-09-26T18:51:00.001-07:00

Thanks to mummy for sponsoring my trip! *heart*

Happiness

2008-09-24T13:49:00.000-07:00

I'm amazed sometimes at my ability to feel happy for others... non of that that's-great-for-you-wish-things-were-the-same-for-me-too, but a pure, genuine kind of joy when I hear good things happening to others.. so totally makes my day~!

People getting married...

People getting together...
People planning surprises for others...

*happy sigh~*

Can I just not care for once?

2008-09-19T17:01:00.000-07:00

Yayness! I got a new template for my blog~ no more boring beginner templates that everyone else uses..although there're probably lotsa ppl using this one too.. but still not as many as my previous template, so there!

This morning, I was reading 2 Corinthians chapters 2 and 3.. what struck me was 3:18

But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.

Sometimes, envy gets the better of you.. especially when you're reading blogs, where people only post up the best sides of their faces (I might just be guilty of this), how wonderful their life is, and how much fun they're having all the time. It makes you wish that your life's more like theirs, that you are more like them.

But the Bible says that the person we should be mirroring is Jesus, and not some random blogger or some good-looking superhigh achiever. (Although Jesus was a superhigh achiever I reckon, and probably good-looking too :P ). We should want to be more like Him.

Must. keep. that. in. mind, although it's pretty hard I admit! I reckon I get swayed a tad too much by what the world thinks I should be, rather than what God wants me to be.

I wanna be Foreign Minister!

2008-09-14T23:45:00.000-07:00

Malaysian news is so fascinating, someone should make a movie out of it! ISA, trampling of Orang Asli rights, sodomy, murder trials.. even the world's best scriptwriter high on drugs wouldn't be able to come up with a more convoluted storyline. To save on costs, the movie makers could get monkeys to play certain characters... Bet the monkeys would get Oscars too for best performance.

On another note, being Foreign Minister seems to be a pretty awesome job. You get to tell the U.S to butt off, plus you get to fly to all sorts of places AND get paid for it. The current one's a lawyer by profession.. guess I chose the write subject to study!

My Ultra-progressive Country

2008-04-04T12:27:00.000-07:00

‘Non-Muslims found committing khalwat (close proximity) with Muslims (will) also be held liable'

Speed-dating session:
Guy: So..are u Muslim?
Girl: Yes
Guy: NEXT!!

Guy and different girl khalwatting in park:
Guy: Wait wait, chup a second.
Girl: Why what's wrong?
Guy: I forgot to ask if you're Muslim lah..
Girl: Ya I am, I thought you knew that already
Guy: @^%^&#&! *flees for life*

In court:
Judge: So, you're charged under the offence of kissing a non-Muslim, have you got a defence?
Guy: I really didn't know it was wrong lah, the girl also didn't tell me until last minute..
Judge: Sorry dik, ignorance of law is no excuse. You are hereby sentenced to 10years jail and 5 strokes of the rotan. *bangs gravel*

Outside court:
"This is Tony D Angelo reporting for BBC World News. We've just had a young man sentenced to prison for kissing a Muslim girl in the park. This is the first time a country has imposed Islamic law upon non-Muslims, under the guise of it being a civil wrong. How far will this Islamic legal and political hedemony extend? When will it end, if ever? Stay tuned to find out."

Aiyaya...I got into the honours programme

2008-02-04T20:57:00.000-08:00

Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeee...!

Happy Rat Year to my non-existent readers! I love you all!

2008-02-04T19:09:00.000-08:00

Just some dumb answers I came up with when my dad asked me a genuine question:

"What's the difference between a mouse and a rat?"

- One has a Mini (Minnie)

- One's attached to the computer

- One has a race

- Different spelling lah, duh...

For a technical geeky answer, please go to http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-the-difference-between-rats-and-mice.htm

Oi!!!! 3 weeks never bathe don't come and sit next to me lah!!!

2008-01-30T21:05:00.000-08:00

Bleh

2008-01-28T22:30:00.001-08:00

So I cut my hair short.. But I'm having really sucky luck recently (apart from my haircut) so I can't be bothered to blog about it :((( Sigh~

Mark This Day

2008-01-27T17:28:00.000-08:00

The time has finally come.
Yes, I can feel right down to my bones,
The tingle of excitement, anticipation.
How long I've waited for this day,
How long I've fantasised about it.
I've held back too long,
I've talked myself out of it.
I've envied those who've done it,
The glow on their faces..
The spring in their steps,
The knowing looks they give..
But not anymore!
Today I shall go all the way,
And you, my adoring masses,
shall be the first to hear all about it...

Just don't tell the boyfriend.

Yes! My adoring masses still love me!

2008-01-27T17:25:00.000-08:00

As evidenced from the ONE comment I got from dear Lainey.. and yes, that is the same pot I used to serve rice to my guests 6 hours later.

Wolverine

2008-01-16T19:09:00.000-08:00

A grandfather told his grandson that there were 2 wolves which were arch enemies. One was good, fair, kind and just. The other was greedy, corrupt, and power-crazy. The grandson asked," So which wolf will win the fight?" And the grandfather answered: "The one that we feed."

Pregnant?!

2008-01-14T18:48:00.000-08:00

My obsession for flow-y blouses came to an all-time high when I found myself trying on MATERNITY clothes -_- It's ok it's ok, I'm on to frilly blouses now! Like this one:

*Warning: bimbomania* Nice kan nice kan? If you see anywhere got sell, lemme know k!! I'm hooked on the Korean drama series Yu Hee the Witch now, and I LOooVE the way the main character dresses after her transformation (Chewah, not only Transformers can transform). Plus the boyfriend always do romantic stuff for her, see already the heart can melt *HINT HINT* Mm.. next time if I work, I'll dress like the main character like that. I'm even thinking of getting a bob.. but the Mr said before, he'll grow long hair if I cut mine short, so.. CANNOT! maybe next time lah, when he no hair to grow long hair ady..hehehe~~~

Speaking of pregnancy, I was talking to my mum the other day. My mum said, give birth VERY painful one ok! And the contractions come so rapidly until you cannot breathe.. I can imagine all the bones around the vagina splitting, and all the blood and sweat and screaming and goo.. Worse, the horror doesn't end there.. After you give birth, some women will become fat like cow! I think I will be one of those lo.. Dammit, I don't wanna give birth! I shall be like Angelina Jolie and adopt black kids..

...

Ok la, even if I do give birth, I'm gonna make sure the dad of my kid is a super duper awesome guy who will pamper me like a princess especially during the 9 months of pregnancy and EXTRA especially after I give birth! Plus cannot dump me after I become fat.. must make him sign pre-nuptial or something..wahaha~~

Random update

2008-01-02T19:18:00.000-08:00

You stray, you pay... But gee, what a price! Sorry Mr Chua, year end sale finish already. My condolences...

On another note, NEVER leave your pot unwashed for 3 weeks...

Beach!

2007-11-27T13:34:00.000-08:00

9 months

9 beers

Flat Woes with No Toes

2007-11-05T21:30:00.000-08:00

Dear friends and family in Malaysia,

Hide your chocolates, clear your schedules, and prepare yourselves for the upcoming event of the year: Da Fi's homecoming! *resounding applause and cheers* Will be back in December, wee~!

Meanwhile, I've been busy packing my stuff cos I'm getting kicked out of my flat soon. It's been really interesting this year, flatting with Iraqi, Japanese, Chinese and Kiwi people. Some of my flatmates are hard out party people, and it's been hellish having to put up with their lifestyles.

Nevertheless, I've come to realise that it was a blessing in (VERY heavy) disguise. For example, the alcoholic Iraqi guy gave me some of his law notes which turned out to be pretty useful during my exams. So if you're living with the worst flatmates ever, try and look to the bright side... at the very least, you know that for next year, it can only be better!

Just to let you have a taste of how horribly disgusting our flat was, here's a letter our dear residential manager left on our noticeboard (i don't like her much, bleh):

25th September 2007

The residents
Flat 38
Everton Hall

Today I came with Kevin to check that the stuff in the lounge area had been removed.

I am disgusted by the state of your flat. It is filthy. Earlier in the year we had complaints of rats in and around your flat. I am not surprised! Looking at the amount of food and other rubbish in your kitchen, any self-respecting rat is going to have a fantastic time there without any effort. We shall not do anything more to get rid of vermin should they decide to move in.

Be aware that commercial cleaning charges are likely to be around $300- $400, possibly more, to make your flat habitable at the end of your Resident Contract period.

I suggest you sit down at a flat meeting and decide NOW how you are going to address this issue.

Sincerely,

Jane Rendall
Master

Sorry, no photos in the near future cos I can't find my camera cable... Oh well, don't think you'd want to see a real photo of the rat anyway...

Walking home from law school

2007-10-25T04:53:00.000-07:00

Someone needs to teach the angmoh bf some basic malaysian-style boyfriend etiquette...

The Drastic Decision

2007-10-23T02:38:00.000-07:00

To me, study=snack time. For the past month, I've been living on a diet of chips, roasted nuts, and of course, chocolate while preparing for my exams.

I absolutely have to have something to munch while I'm reading. My justification is that munching increases your saliva output, which somehow gets more oxygen to your brain (I forgot how... but i swear it's scientifically proven!) I have also discovered that the frequency of my hand-to-mouth movement increases exponentially with my stress level.

Unfortunately, the benefits to memory retention by the increased flow of oxygen has very major side-effects to other parts of my body-- it's making me puff up pretty rapidly, and presumably not with oxygen...AGH! I can't even fit into my tight jeans anymore, and my rolls of fat are leaking out of the top of my jeans..

Nooooooooooooooooo~~~

As such, I have resolved to go vegetarian for a month starting from the day I finish my exams (2 weeks from now)! You know what the best thing about diets is?

...

They always start in the future

...

And I just realised that chips, nuts, and chocolate aren't forbidden for vegetarians...hmmm, this does NOT bode well for the diet

The Return of the Princess

2007-10-21T14:12:00.000-07:00

Right.. I will blog again, soon

Struggling Law Student

Pining

How NOT to have business

Corporophobia

Singapore or NZ?

Sportshoes

Marriage

Zico

Pau

I will live a million years!

Mum needs a quotebook too

Dad needs a quotebook

When a compliment isn't a compliment

2009

Things to do with a first class honours degree

Christianity

All for Thee

I should have thought of this...

Planning Frenzy

Smoothie Baby

Shopaholic

Dad knows best

The List

Smile

Crybaby

Things I learnt at law school

Read Your Labels

Tweet

Girl Talk

The head came off...

I finally have a 12 pack!

Tutor Evaluation

Home

Really outdated post

Clubbing

Winter blues

Smacking Expensive Referendum

Salesman with sense of humour

I’m Not Fun Anymore

Fi's Wisdom Quote of the Day

Speak Up

Malunya Malaysia

Good recipes are meant to be shared!

Where to from here?

Yay for God

Home sweet home

Half-marathon

Evolution

Zoo lesson 3

Zoo lesson 2

Zoo Lesson 1 (Rating:R)

Sole Asian

Why Harvey Dent?

When I First Fell in Love...

Happy thoughts

Secrets

First time on Youtube!

My deepest fear

Melbourne, I is coming~~~

Happiness

Can I just not care for once?

I wanna be Foreign Minister!

My Ultra-progressive Country

Aiyaya...I got into the honours programme

Happy Rat Year to my non-existent readers! I love you all!

Oi!!!! 3 weeks never bathe don't come and sit next to me lah!!!

Bleh

Mark This Day

Yes! My adoring masses still love me!

Wolverine

Pregnant?!

Random update

Beach!

Flat Woes with No Toes

Walking home from law school

The Drastic Decision

The Return of the Princess