Hello Weenie Baby!

October 31st is Halloween. It's a big deal here. So anyways, who remembers this?

Zoom in to see hairy legs. No, don't. Its embaressing. Just focus on how pale my feet were compared to the rest of my leg: school shoes syndrome. I defied prefects telling me to pull up my socks. >.<

Blurness

So I heard that I was supposed to sign up for academic advising asap so I could get into the classes I want...and I betook my body, leaving my brain behind...to my advisor's office to sign up for a slot...got there, signed up for the 1:30 pm slot...and walked back to my dorm to catch a nap before my next class...I was almost in front of my door when it flashed in front of my eyes

Enrollment Advising:

October 29, 2008

I stopped. I looked at my watch, turned around, and went back to my advisor's office.


On the bright side...

Yesterday I was bundled up in half my winter jacket (it's a double layer thingy) with tights underneath my pants, breathing "die, die, die, die, die" every step of the way to class and "DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE" every time the crazy wind blew.

Today I am strolling about in t-shirt and jeans. The world is beautiful.

ladayadi...

Instructions::Never see the questions before you arrange the names - all mentioned below are TAGGED!

1. davidKorkor

2. naomi - girl on the right

3. tabby

4. kaylee

5. cj - returning the "favour" =P

1. How did you meet 1?
   I think he met me.
2. On a scale of 1 - 10, how would you rate your friendship with 1?
   He's the bestest bro evaaaa...=D
3. How long have you known 4?
   Since form 1...6 years? GASP!
4. How do you know number 3?
   dNA
5. Where's 5?
   In MCKL, taking his Chemistry 3b test.
6. A fact about number 1?
   His nose flares when he's lying.
7. Who is 4 going out with?
   uhhh...a little help here?
8. What does 1 do for a living?
   Church...study...work...church...study...work...
9. Would you live with number 3?
   Kinda did for 11 days...=P
10. What do you like about number 2?
    She keeps my chemistry intact.
11. Do you miss number 5?
    Yep.
12. Would you make out with number 4?
    o.O *faints*
13. What's your opinion on number 2?
    She's stressed out all the time...but somehow thrives on it...
14. What's your favourite memory with number 5?
    Should be the time we led Siehjin and Oonhui to walk around KLCC's center court like 4 times without them realising it.
15. What will you do if number 1 and 2 were going out?
    I'd be the happiest person in the world if number 1 went out with anybody...correction, any girl.
16. Ever had a long conversation with 5?
    Uhuh...talked my earring out...=P
17. Have you ever slept at 2's house?
    No..
18. Do you hang out with 3 a lot?
    Msn? We ONLY have a 1 hour time difference. =)
19. Who have you known the longest?
    No. 1 DUH.
20. What will happen if number 1 and 5 have a relationship?
    I doubt cj will agree to have a lilac and white wedding...so nopes, that won't work for my BEAUtiful wedding plans for davidKorkor..*sniggers*
21. How often do you talk to 1?
    NEVAAAAA he's a bz bz man =(...actually, just 2 days ago...=)
22. What about 2?
    Every other day on msn?? I guess...
23. Would you go on a date with number 5?
    You mean like go stand on a calender??
24. Do you dream about number 2?
    Yeah, nightmares. Kidding. =P
25. What did no.4 did to you that you can never forget?
    Going late for class and hiding in the chapel shed??? =D
26. What have you done for/to 1 that the person never forgets?
    I was born.
27. What's 3's hobby?
    Photography?? i dunno...=(

Not quite "the end" yet.

Roomie's brother's school, University of Central Arkansas had a shooting. Two reported dead, 1 wounded.
Pray for the families involved. Pray for the students. Pray for the people who were responsible.
Pray for justice to prevail, and for mercy too. That above all, God's Will will be done.

The number 18 (part 2)

Present #1
So the day you turn 18 is the day you supposedly become an adult right?? I mean, you get all sorts of annoying adult responsibilities and all that juvenile law stops applying to you and all...

Well anyways, I woke up with 2 zits on my forehead. TWO BIG RED OOOOGLY ZITS. Proves to me that I'm still a big buffalo of a kid.

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Present #2

As usual, I went to Edmond International Chinese United Methodist Church. Bishop Peter Chio was preaching. I go all the way to America to hear an ex-Malaysian bishop preach. Oh the irony. Anyways, Aunty Su Yin, Choon Mui and Chuan Han, you would be proud to know that my chinese is "coming back" to me. I actually recognized 30% of the chinese characters. *faints*

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Present #3

After service they had a "love feast" which happens every other week. It's a fancy name for lunch - a very yummy chinese white rice and dishes lunch. *burp!*

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Present #4

Half way while lining up for food, the whole church started singing "Happy Birthday". Owhhh...so sweet right?? Haha...no lah, it was for a cute little girl whose birthday is tommorow.

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Present #4 - the previous one doesn't really count >.<
Got back and Melissa (my foster mum) took me out to the zoo. Haha...What a grown up way to celebrate my birthday...But really, it was very very nice. It's a great place to walk about in...and I dearly love to walk and be brainless.

This is what you get when you compromise trying to get a picture of me and a bear: half of me, and half of the bear('s backside).

Present #5

A souvenir from the zoo.

Present #6
She gave me little cupcakes! Very nice of her.

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Present #7

Roomie got excited about ice cream and took me and roommate to Braums. I got my all time favourite Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. The scoop-er (whatchamacallit??) got excited and gave me the biggest, americanest scoop of ice cream imaginable. My eyes nearly popped out. Salad for a week.

Roomie's spoon on the left, and Roomate's hand on the right.
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Present #8

I gave davidKorkor a call to make him say "Happy Birthday" to me. Best part was, he was just about to fall asleep when I woke him up. He has an American accent, by the way. =P

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The end.

The number 18

Oooh!!! I'm 18. I'm legal. I'm like..."okaaay..."

By the way, the legal age to buy alcohol here is 21, so I can't do anything dumb. Yet. =P

The only thing that changes is that I can sign all my consent forms without feeling guilty. There's always this postscript on all my paperwork that says "If you are 18 years old or younger, you must get the consent of a parent or legal guardian...". Since mum and dad live 20,000 miles away, I figure that it wouldn't be (that big) a sin to ignore that postscript.

Talking about age...when I was 11 years old, in Kentucky when dad was at Asbury Theological Seminary, some anonymous student asked me for directions to ______ building. I was like, "Umm. I don't know." The reply was, "Aren't you a seminary student?" My reply was, *eyes bulge out*.

Sometime last year, I was walking with grandma when I met 2 ladies.

Lady 1: Lady 2, this is Pastor Andrew's sister.
Lady 2: And I suppose this is your mother?

Me: *eyes bulging out* No, actually I'm Pastor Andrew's youngest daughter.

Actually, I'm his only daughter, but I felt I needed to emphasize the point all the same.

People, I'm 18. I'm not in seminary. And I'm not my dad's sister. Don't make me any older than I am.

Little somethings from home...

It was sweet of aunty wendy to send me this...

And even sweeter for Dad and mum to send me this!!!

Open it...and voila!

A card, a cow, 3 packets of yummies and 2 safety pins. Some how I don't think the safety pins were intentional...

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Thank you for the card!! There is a verse in there..."The Lord you God is with you...He will take great delight in you..." Zephaniah 3:17. Awwhhh...

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Cow I and Cow II are now officially besties...besties k, not beasties. There is a difference.

Yummies are VERY appreciated. =) Especially since I just had a very unsatistfying "to go" salad for lunch. There was like a table spoon of feta cheese, 4 slices of tomatoes, raw onions (which I refused to touch) a sprinkling of olives and a ton of lettuce Don't get me wrong, I love salad, but I don't love eating enough lettuce to make me go to the t***** for a week.

And thankyou for the safety pins...I'm sure it will come in handy. >.<

Wake me up...

Cow bawls (off key): WHENNNNN SEPPPPTEMBBBBBBBBER ENDSSSSSSS!!!

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umm...I know this is kinda late for this blog post...but something like 2 months ago, I promised myself I'd blog about this come the end of september...and as the capacity of the cow brain is somewhat limited, I forgot. Anyways, I just heard the song on the radio and...

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*flashback*

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I was freaking out about leaving for the states when I heard the song...wake me up...when september ends!!! And I was like: "Mum!!! Can you wake me up when september ends?" And obviously mum has no clue what I was talking about...So I had to explain that I wanted to sleep through the whole leaving overseas process and continue bumming around at home...

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*flashforward*

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Anyways...obviously I've survived the 38 hour plane flight (without getting lost or mugged), registering for classes, opening a bank account, orientation week, half a semester of classes, midterms, and fall break (all by my lonely self XP)...

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Well, not exactly by my lonely self...Dear Papa in Heaven has been here by my side...every step of the way...

Gone with the wind...

I woke up to the sound of rain hurling itself against my window. Oh great, it's cold again. Over here, Rain = at least 3 days of cold hands and feet. Rain also = wind, and lots of it. Oh well, at least I had a nice cool, sunshiney fall break.

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This morning, Mr. Weather greeted me by helping my umbrella evolve to become a flower...hey look, my knee is in the picture...

...or a spider, really depends on how you look at it.

The sign boards on campus are also wind proofed...they have springs at their base so that the wind won't break the board and send it flying into someones face...and then the uni will get sued...basically it works like a punching bag...the wind punches it...it bends over...and it bends back...

Roomie punched it once...and it attacked her back...It's essential that you don't walk near these thingies when you are scurrying back to your warm dorm because...who knows when these vicious thingies will give you a concussion...

Umm...I wanted to get a picture of the sign board thingy...but I rather not look like a jakun, taking pictures of a sign board (!!!), in the nasty, cold wind...

Hairy Monster!!

Roomie: Roommate! Your hair is all over my stuff!

Me: Sorweee...*puppy dawg eyes*

I'm thinking of...

...an apartment in Scotts Central, where 6 young ladies live...of the time I sat on their floor, picking up hair...after hair...after hair...after hair...of how Joseph Ling who "couldn't tahan" anymore grabbed a broom to sweep up all their fur...

...Of how mum always shows me the dustpan full of hair after she sweeps my room...

...Of how I am always picking my hair off aunty sue's clean floor...

Yeah, so all girls shed hair right? I dunno, but I seem to shed more than the average girl...Of course it helps that my I'm the only girl amongst us suite mates with black tresses...so obviously this culprit is easily nabbed...So anyways, yesterday, during my unadventurous adventure, I bought me a little broom...

...her name is Hairy Monster...you know how the cookie monster eats cookies? Well this little darling eats hair...in fact, her one and only sacred purpose in life is to rid my room of hair...

Oh, Hairy Monster cost me 88 cents. How fun is that?

Before this, I swept my room with my shoe...kinda dragged it around until a lump of dust and hair formed...and before that, I tried using the dorm vacuum...except that it was so ancient that I couldn't figure out how to turn it on (and I'm not the only one k?)...then I tried using the dorm broom...but there were so many generations of hair and dust and gunk stuck on it that I never used it again...ughh...

And not to mention the hair trap...I can't bring myself to blog about it yet...Just the other day, I stood in 8 inches of soapy water while showering because of the hair clogging up the hair trap. I kid you not!

So what's the point of this blog post? I have no idea. I have no idea at all...I guess I'm just obsessed with the subject of hair...

HOT HOT HOT

Suitemates locked the bathroom door...and the thermostat is in there...and it's HOT HOT HOT...blerggg...*I'm evaporating*

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Oh, did I mention that it's fall break and they won't be back till tommorow?

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And did I mention that I took a 10 year hot shower?? Bad decision...

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Anyways, as ex-president of the environmental club...I would like to speak against global warming...YOU HEAR ME? GLOBAL WARMING IS BAD. People become HOT...and that's not supposed to be good...

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*runs outside to watch tv* hopefully it's cooler...

My unadventurous adventure

I'm on Fall Break now...it's a weekend + 2 days holiday...sorta like a post midterms holiday...and like almost everyone went home...but home for me is like...super far...anyways...I decided to be productive and go on an adventure to...

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and not just the Neighbourhood Walmart down the road...the Walmart Supercenter that is like 2 miles away...
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btw dad, remember that it's walmart, not walnut...
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Yeah anyways, I figured that I don't want to bug my roommates and other random kind samaritans all the time to take me places...so I decided I would hop on the bus and take meself to Walmart Supercenter. I'm in America, time to learn independence, babe! =P

So after lunch, I went in search for the bus stop. I didn't know what it looked like, or what I was even looking for...but yeah, I found it...Oh yeah, on the way, I asked Dear Daddy in Heaven for protection against cars (I don't have mum, rachelHubs or calvinDude to save me from getting squished by random vehicles), blurness (self explainatory) and Mr. Creeps (also self explainatory).

Then wait wait wait...for the bus to come...and after like 20 minutes, it came...it reminds me of the metro busses back home...it's kinda dingy...and creaky...and it cost me $1.25...after 2 people after me put the money into the machine thingy, the machine died and they didn't have to pay...[Lesson 1 - be humble and let others get on the bus before you.]
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Yeah, so the bus stops at Penn Square Mall...and since I'm a poor, kiam siap M'sian kid, I don't want to go to Penn Square Mall...so I had to walk ONE BIG CIRCLE to get to Walmart...I mean I could see it...and I could almost touch it...but because of the dungu fence...I had to walk walk walk...[Lesson 2 - looks can be deceiving.]
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Okay, so I got into Walmart...and I bought stuff...like duh right? Yeah...nothing interesting happened...
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Then I walked back to Penn Square Mall...I had like 1/2 hour more before the bus came so I got myself a drink (bleh! I was sooo dehydrated)...and wait wait wait...bus came...I got on bus...the ticket machine thing was spoilt so I didn't pay [Lesson 3 - you don't have to be humble and let others get on the bus before you]...and voila, I got back to the bus stop and I walk walk walked back.
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And...that's the end of my unadventurous adventure. *Curtain closes*

I Do

I had a pretty interesting day today...had the chance to witness an American wedding...I was asked to help film the wedding...and that's how I ended up in a (very gorgeous) church, smiling at a bride and groom who probably was wondering why there was a Chinese girl that they had never seen before, hovering around in the background...=P

Lookie at the pweety pews with bulletins neatly lined up and the bouquets of flowers...unfortunately they weren't purple flowers...*sigh*...

This is what the pastor gets to look at: me and the video cam!! haha...see the blackish thing with spider legs at the end? That was my baby for a few hours...

This is the guest book...and I'm in the reflection...see me??

Actually, there was a whole lot more pwetty stuff that I didn't catch...the ice sculptures...the cake...the punch bowl-fountain...the chocolate fountain...

But yeah, anyways...one thing I found interesting was that ushers (who are all guys) have to escort every single female to their seat...but I guess some of them got overzealous and offered their arm to any female that appeared single...and it was faintly amusing to see their lonely husbands sheepishly trotting behind the tuxedoed guy ushers and their wives.

But probably the highlight of the day was the fact that I managed to tramp around on these for 8 hours...

It's amazing what the female feet can take for the sake of vanity...

four words:

it's getting hot. again.

two words:

It's cold.

Mr. Creep (I)

Uhh...for the benefit of those who didn't hear about Mr. Creep the first...

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I was walking back from the bank...feeling all warm and fuzzy coz I actually managed to open a bank account...even though I'm still considred a minor (long story, not interesting)...anyways...I'm about to go into this shop to buy test pad paper when this vietnamese fella starts talking to me...so something like this lah...I can't really remember...

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Mr. Creep (I): Are you Chinese?

Me: Yea...

Mr. Creep (I): From China?

Me: No, M'sia.

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[At this point I seriously think he's just a nice, over friendly guy who wants to know more about the olympics...]

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Mr. Creep (I): My name is Sean.

Me: Okay. *awkward pause*

Mr. Creep (I): What's your's?

Me: *awkward pause*...Caryn

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[I know I'm not supposed to tell strangers my name...but I was like caught off guard k? Don't judge!!!]

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Mr. Creep (I): Are you going in? (into the store)

Me: Yeaaa...

Mr. Creep (I): Can I come with you?

Me: *awkward pause* Um.

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[Starts to get creeeeped out. Like seriously.]

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Mr. Creep (I): So I was thinking maybe we could get together for dinner sometime.

Me: *freezes* I take in the slightly balding head that stood at least 6 inches lower than mine, the pot belly, the high pants...ugh.

Mr. Creep (I): How about that?

Me: Errrmmmm. No thank you.

Mr. Creep (I): I know you don't know me yet...um. (blablablabla...fill in the gaps yourself)...but I'm really a nice guy...(blabs somemore)...I see. Anyways, I'm going for dinner with some friends tonight. Oh? I'd like you to come with me.

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[That guy can't take a hint can he?]

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Me: I've got a dinner tonight.

Mr. Creep (I): With friends?

Me: Yes.

Mr. Creep (I): Do you have a boyfriend?

Me: Yes. Oh God, forgive me for lying...

Mr. Creep (I): So I guess we can't go out.

Me: Yes.

Mr. Creep (I): Is he in M'sia?

Me: Yes. Oh kwrrappp, I should have said no...

Mr. Creep (I): Then it's okay if we go out right?

Me: No.

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Basically it went on and on and on for like 10 minutes. That guy seriously has a dengggg head. He even tried to get me to work in the same restaurant as him. Serious psycho. Anyways...he disappeared as soon as I was about to pay for my test pad paper. I mean the least he could do was to offer to pay for it after all the trauma he put me through right? *shakes head*

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So as you can see, Mr. Creep (II) was nothing compared to Mr. Creep (I). I just hope Mr. Creep (III) does not exist.

One Give and Little M'sia

Today was One Give, basically a day where students come together to beautify the campus...the theme is: "One campus. One community. One give." Yeah...so we (people from multicultural student association) hung christmas wreaths on lamp posts, christmas lights on trees, ate pears, drank water, and sat in the sun. =) Let's just say that there was a lot of waiting in between projects and I took advantage of that...

Then the fun started. Hari raya was a few days ago, so the Malays from Malaysia had an open house and we went to makan!!! Hahaha...*stomach growls*...sorwee lah, cafeteria food here isn't too wonderful...

That's us - little m'sia with a few indonesian immigrants. =P These are the people who keep my malay somewhat intact. I stress the word somewhat.

Now since I've spent my afternoon partying, I need to go hit the books. Mid terms next week. I can't wait.

Mr. Creep (II)

My guess is that all chinese girls have a stamp on their foreheads that read: "I am a brain, a kungfu exponent AND desperately in need of a man."
Haha...i'm not like offended or anything, just highly amused...and a little more attached to my beloved pepper spray...muax!

Anyways, here's the story...caryn is browsing through cereal...trying to find the cheapest/healthiest/yummiest cereal (which does not exist btw)...when she hears someone behind her...

Mr. Creep (II): Hi I’m Rodney/Ronnie/Mr. creep (II).
Caryn: *stares*
Mr. Creep (II): What's your name?
Caryn: Ummm...Soon Yong.
Mr. Creep (II): Sun Yong?
Caryn: Um. Yea. *reenters the world of cereal browsing*
Mr. Creep (II): Do you have a boyfriend?
Caryn: *exits the world of cereal browsing* Oh not again...Yes I do...God, please forgive me for lying.
Mr. Creep (II): Oh...can I have your phone number?
Caryn: I don't have a phone. God, please forgive me for lying again.
Mr. Creep (II): Do you want my number?
Caryn: No. I'm fine.
Mr. Creep (II): *looks disappointed*
Caryn: *pretends to reenter the world of cereal browsing*
Mr. Creep (II): Well, it's nice to meet you!
Caryn: Nice to meet you too. (fake smile) *randomly grabs a box of cereal and disappears*

The end.

Oh, fyi, he was a old man, but not old or rich looking enough. >.<

And I need to get me a shirt that says: "I'm married. I don't have a phone number. I don't want your phone number. Let me buy my cereal in peace. Or else......

......face the wrath of COW!"

And seriously people, don't worry about me. I'm being very careful. And God's watching over me! =)

Hello Jello!

So there was weight training today...lower body work out...and as usual I was feeling like jello...but as usual I was acting all macho (as if i can ever look macho)...leaning against the verticle bar thing...right ankle behind the other...arms folded casually...

Coach: You done?
Klutz: *looks at partner* You done?
Partner: Yeah.
Klutz: *looks at coach* Yeah.
Coach: You are free to go then...
Klutz: Yeah. K.

The klutz took a step forward and...

*organ music* angels prostrate fall...the angels prostrate fall...oh coach, your feet are so beautiful...

HAHA...no lah, I didn't actually fall...but it nearly happened. Somehow the klutz managed to keep her balance...despite jello legs...and not worship the coach's shoes. I wonder when I will stop walking into bars.

Biblical Algebra

Man...I just finished 2 months of devotions on 1 Corinthians 13...anyways, today the instructions were:
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If God = Jesus,

and God = Love,

Substitute Jesus into Love.
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Well, I did spice it up some. Lets do that again in symbol form, shall we?
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If X = Y,

and X = Z,

Substitute Y into Z.

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Just like addmath huh?...I make Mdm. Sarah Tan proud...Or at least I like to think I do. =P

Here goes...

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1 Corinthians 13
Love
1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not Jesus, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not Jesus, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not Jesus, I gain nothing.
4 Jesus is patient, Jesus is kind. He does not envy, he does not boast, he is not proud. 5He is not rude, he is not self-seeking, he is not easily angered, he keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Jesus does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7He always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Jesus never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13And now these three remain: faith, hope and Jesus. But the greatest of these is Jesus.

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Kinda cool huh? It humbles me to see the standard of unconditional love that God sets for us through His son Jesus. It always makes me realise how far more we have to go before we can even begin to call ourselves sons and daughters of God, only God has already done so.

Kimia

Dr. E's my chemistry teacher...and he cracks me up, not because he's funny, but because he's not. Well today he was extra NOT funny...and he cracked me up even more.

Yeah...something like that...anyways...

Student: Dr. E! How acidic or basic a solution can we touch?

Dr. E: Weeeeell. You can touch a acid of pH 1. Or a base of pH 14. Except you might only be able to do it once. Your hand might burn off, but you can still touch it.

*Class cracks up*

Dr. E: Weeeeell, for example, HCl has a pH of 1. But like yesterday, I accidentally poured some on my hand. *slowly walks to the sink and pours some HCl on his hand* ARGHHH!!

*Everyone sits up straight*

Dr. E: Don't worry, I was just joking. It didn't hurt. Well, noooo, I think I've a cut somewhere, it's getting to me. But anyways, as I was saying....

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He reminds me of my awesome F4/5 chemistry teacher, Pn. Norhayati.

Pn. N: So class, apabila you masuk the alkaline metal into the basin of water, you akan see an explosion. So everyone stand back ok?

*Class gets nervous*

Pn. N: Are you ready? *dumps a little piece of potassium into the basin of water* BOOOM!

*Everyone shrieks*

Pn. N: Ha Ha. Just joking. The potassium so small mana ada effect yang besar?

*Everyone groans*

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Of course we can't forget Ms. Ong, my little bitty A-levels chemistry teacher.

YJ: Hey madam, look at my lizzard. (I think it was a lizzard)

Ms. Ong: Whaaat?

YJ: Touch it!

Ms Ong: NO! *hides*

YJ: Come on, it's fake lah.

Ms. Ong: Are you sure? *extends a hand cautiously*

YJ: *thrusts the thing in her face*

Ms. Ong: *SQUEAL*

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Sigh. I love chemistry teachers. They are all a little bit odd. In a nice way, of course.

October 7th. Roommate's birthday.

Roomate's birthday is today. She is out...somewhere...and Roomie and I grabbed our opportune momment to decorate her room. Actually we were shiok sendiri-ing half the time...but who cares? =D


We stuck this on the ceiling above Roomate's bed. It's in honour of her PHD in sleeping.

The classic 'write on the paper towel' birthday note with Roomie posing. I sincerely hope that Roommate doesn't wipe her face with it...

Don't we all love post-its? It's so handy, especially when it's somebody's birthday and you feel like vandalising their window. Roommate turns 21, as you can see. And I got cheesy and wrote lame stuff all over the #1.

That's Roomie again, posing with Roomate's birthday card...with a little dinosaur sticker. *Hint hint*, Roommate is getting old, ancient and extinct.

Roomie and I getting all excited over vandalised mirrors.

Anyways, thanks to Esiotrot who loaded me up with stationary goodies before I left...it was put to good use...

Darlene Zschech

I saw her today.

Whoa. Fun huh? Yeah, she came to oklahoma city to lead in a worship service. Funny how australia comes to america when i'm from malaysia considering that australia is so much nearer to malaysia than it is to america. Confused? heee...

I felt as though I was in WMS...at 7:15 am...in chapel...worshiping. I miss chapel lah. I miss my boyfriend who is probably lying in his coffin aka guitar case. I miss pretending I can play the keyboard and bass. OH, most of all, I miss seeing kaylee dance in front of the cctv. I miss reminding her that she's dancing in front of the cctv. And I miss seeing her freak out and hide from the cctv. =)

I guess the WMS cf committee has passed the baton to yet another generation of CFians...so i'll say what I've always said. I'm quoting from Broke Fraser's Hossana, "I see a generation...rising up to take their place...with selfless faith...with selfless faith..." Yeah...MCKL CFians, this applies to you too. =P

tagged by a duck

I've been tagged by a duck. A DUCK. *shakes head*
sorwee duck, i'm kidding.


RANDOM STUFF

1. Is anything wrong?
There are people who are starving out there. yes. something's wrong.

2. Would you kiss anyone on your top friends?
I won't even kiss my friends. *awkward*

3. Do you want to go to college?
I wish I could have finished A-lvls...missing you crazy ppl!

4. How many kids do you want to have?
You mean how many calves do I want to have right?

5. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
They read my blog. Does that answer your question?

6. What did you do for your last birthday?
I was studying for SPM.

7. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Feeling embawessed. (refer to my previous blogpost)

8. Name something you cannot wait for?
May 11th 2009. =) - Malaysian time.

10. What is one thing you would change in your life?
I would have not tripped and fallen and gotten that horrible scar on my knee.

12. Last thing you ate/drank?
Water.

13. Whats your favorite month?
January

14. What is your least favorite month?
January. It's a love-hate relationship.

15. Do you like peanut butter?
mmhmmm.

16. Who’s making you feel the way you are right now?
I'm making me feel the way I feel.

17. Most visited web pages
does gmail count?

18. Last person to make you mad?
Did you notice that question 9 is missing? Out of respect for question 9, I will have a moment of silence. Thank you. NEXT.

19. Pepsi or coke?
Water.

20. Have you hugged anyone in the past week?
Myself. Hey, it's cold here sometimes k?

21. Fun thing to look forward to this week?
Church tommorow should be cool.

22. What do you think about your siblings?
I think he should get married.

24. Whats your favorite number(s)?
Cow's don't count.

25. What do you do after school/college?
I bum.

26. Do you know how to swim?
Dad, do I?

27. Where were you born?
In a hospital.

28. Do you have a crush
The fat american mosquito I crushed yesterday is pretty flat now...


FRIEND CONFESSIONS

1. Are you jealous of one or more of your friends?
nahh...

2. Have you known any of your friends your whole life?
yeah. Go ipoh-rians!!

3. Are any of your friends taller than you?
I'm in america. Duh.

4. Have you ever been ditched by a friend?
I don't think so...o.O

5. Do you have your friend’s phone number’s memorized
I don't have my own phone number memorized.

6. Have you lost or forgotten a friend’s phone number?
U think?

7. Have you been to most of your friends houses?
Nopes.

8. Do you love most of your friends?
MUAXX TO EVERYONE! (I defy qustion #2)


HABIT CONFESSIONS

1. Do you play with things when nervous?
I don't know.

2. Do you have an odd obsession with knives?
No.

3. Do you sleep with the door open or closed?
Dorm door is closed. Bathroom door may be open. So...25% open?

4. Is there at least one sound you can’t stand?
Metal spoons grating on teeth.

5. What is your worst habit?
Squealing. It annoys the cow out of me.


LOVE CONFESSIONS

1. Do you currently like/love someone?
Out of respect for the MIA question #3 down there...NEXT.

2. Do you want to kill one of your exes?
That would be fun...but...no. I don't own an ex.

4. Has one of your crushes ever called you self centered before?
Not that I'm aware of.


PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS

1. Do you think abortions are horrible?
yes.

2. Are you against or think gay marriage is bad?
Love the gay, hate the deed.

3. Is pink an ugly color?
Are my cheeks ugly?

4. Needles aren’t so horrible?
No.

5. You have plenty of secrets?-
Yes.


HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS

1. Have you ever fallen UP the stairs?
Do you believe in gravity?

2. Have you ever had a nail fall off?
Out of my head? Yeah. Many times.

3.Have you ever slapped someone across the face?
Yeah, Many times. =)

I did it. Again.

Hi. My name is siewpau. And I did it. Again.

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I'm bumming in my room when roommate calls. Roommate says she forgot her card (which lets us into our dorm), could I come down in a while to let her in? Sure! I've nothing else to do.

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10 minutes later she calls. Before she can say anything, I announce proudly, "I'm coming to save you!" Then I hang up and run down stairs.

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I pitter-patter down a flight of stairs and reach the front door. Funny, no roommate. I go outside to see if she's hiding. Still no roommate. The oklahoma wind blows. I wish I had on something other than a tee and shorts. *wait wait wait* 1 minute later I see her car! Yay! Roommate is back.

.

Then,

.

Oh

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my

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cow.

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I am OUTSIDE my dorm. And I DON'T have my card.

.

So much for "I'm coming to save you!" huh?

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Well, of course I go hysterical. And roommate is probably thinking her malaysian roomie is a ding dong. And then our RA (resident assistant) walks by. I mean, of all people right? Well, she lets us in and she saves the day. Not me. Hero Pau was reduced to a laughing moo moo cow all the way back to the room.

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End of story. I've embawessed myself enough.

Oh my blurness...

Can you see the blurness gushing out of my eyes? I can. It's a little blury though...

I just...tried to activate my online banking account at the wrong bank. Okay. It wasn't that bad...it was the same bank company or whatever but from a different state...but still? "Hello? Cow Tan Siew Pau, wake up."

[Last night] I set my alarm for 9 am. Brush teeth, crawl into bed...everything's good...This morning I wake up. *thinks* DIE. I have an 8 am class. *grab alarm clock* it's 7:30 am. WHEW.


[Thursday afternoon] I'm writing my paper. *TYPE TYPE TYPE* I am happy because I have had a brain freeze for 1 week and it was finaly thawing. *TYPE TYPE TYPE* Looks at clock. Oh it's 2:00pm. Class is at 3:00pm. Plenty of time. 2:20pm. Wait. Class is at 2:30, not 3:00!!!! *panic mode* WHY ME?

[Wednesday morning] I wake up at approx 8ish. Class is at 11:00. Alarm will go off at 8:30 am. So nice right? I feel smart for waking up before my alarm rings. Laze for like 2 hours before I realise something is wrong. Grab my clock. IT IS ALMOST 10 am!!! *faints* Grab my handphone. No battery. WHY ME?

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Thank goodness I haven't missed a class yet. Yet.

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2 Sundays ago, I litterally dragged myself (kicking and clawing) away from my afternoon nap in order to get my butt over to the 'Great Hall' where I am supposed to meet my "International Friend's" host family. And let me tell you this: Sunday is the best day to take a nap. It is the only day where a nap feels like a nap. *high five's aunty su yin* And when I get there, there is nobody. I go back, check my email. Oh, it's supposed to be next sunday - on the 28th, not the 21st. WHY ME?

And people think I'm a responsible young lady. GAH! *laughs in their face*

An ode to You.

You sitteth on the shelf,

Laughing to thyself.

At the slumber you will end.

The greatest enemy of man.

Of rooms and their inhabitants

Okay, above is the my floor plan. Two rooms share a bathroom (in light grey). Each room has 2 or 3 inhabitants. I'm in the room on the left side (3 people), my room is right smack in the middle...it's the brighter coloured room. Each room has a BOOKCASE, BED, TABLE, DRESSER and CLOSET. The bookcase goes all the way to the ceiling so it creates a kind of partition for extra privacy. Can understand? Good! let's continue...

ANYWAYS, This is Layne...she lives on the far end of the room...a dance management major...she's my go to the caf(eteria) buddy...my random 12 midnight i need a starbucks buddy...and the it's 3 am and I can't sleep because of the starbucks buddy...oh...and she's definately phlegmatic...with a touch of melancholicness maybe??


This is Kelsey...she's the girl in between...i mean in between our rooms...she's a pre law student...with a PHD in sleeping...she raps too...uh...unconciously...but there's a bit of potential there...definately a sanguine/phlegmatic mixture somewhere...


My roomies are awesome people. No doubt we've given each other the worst roomate award several times before...but hey! We are all so phlegy together...it doesn't really matter right?

One thing though. I hate their hair. I hate my hair. I hate all our hair. And my suite mate's hair. Imagine 5 girls with long hair sharing a bathroom. Imagine the hair trap. Imagine all the slimy conditioner stuck in the hair trap. Imagine cleaning the hair trap. Actually, no. Don't imagine it. Don't even try. It's awful. Trust me. I need to puke.

*goes to puke*

I'll blog about the hair trap another day. It's such an important part of my life that it deserves it's own blogpost. Until then, this will have to do...

And that's just ONE week of MY hair in my ROOM ok? *wails: I'm going balddd....* Just imagine FIVE girls' hair in the BATHROOM...

*goes to puke again*

anyways, if you have been rendered dizzy by my references to phlegmatic/sanguine/ melancholic stuff...go here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personality_Plus