Merdeka

I celebrated Merdeka by eating rice.

Fly-dei nite

I honestly thought my fly-dei would end with me doing accounts, laundry, cleaning and rearranging my room. That would have been a great possibility if my housemate did not come back in the middle of the night and announce she was going for a swim. Or if I did not stare at her 'one kind ' for 10 seconds and then say that I'd join her.

I guess I can cross off "spontaneously jump into a pool in the middle of a starry night" off my list of things to do.

196. Fail a class on purpose.
197. Spontaneously jump into a pool in the middle of a starry night.
198. Speed on a 5 lane highway.

There! Been there, done that!

Oh, have I ever blogged about my extreme and unexplainable attraction to stars? They are soooo purty!! I dare my Rich Old Man to propose to me on a starless, barren night. I will reject him downright, no mater how very rich and how very old he is. So there!Anyways, forgive my slight hyperness. Midnight dips in cold water does that to a person ya know?

Fly-dei

*jumps around and dances*

Yay to weekends without classes or part time jobs!!

First week of classes has come and gone. It was an interesting balance of staying awake through classes, keeping up with reading assignments, flying around campus fixing classrooms and trying to have a social life...while keeping myself semi-fed, clean and sane.

So yay to weekends without classes or part time jobs!!

Back to school...

"Back to schools" are getting more and more unexciting. I used to have that chilly, early morning nervous/excited thing going on, combined with mum's half boiled eggs & toast with milo (and in later years, coffee)...

Now, its a *groan, stretch, get up, knock into a few things, cook oats, wash up, eat oats, change clothes, get out of the apartment, go back in the apartment, get keys, go out of the apartment again* affair. No feeling, no nothing. How boring.

So I go to class, read the syllabus, and have the usual "OH MY COW, I'M GONNA FAIL SO BAD" feeling. Then I remember that I have that feeling every time I read a stinking syllabus anyways. Then I feel much better. Then I go back to having no feeling, no nothing. How boring.

The end. How boring.

I've never...

I've never had a week like this before. I've never worked a 40 hour week before. I've never done so much shopping on foot before. I've never hugged/been hugged so many times in 7x24 hours before. I've never eaten so many sandwiches before. I've never been so disorientated before. I've never run head first into a glass door before. But that's a different post.

I've never worked a 40 hour week before. I seriously considered doing a 30 hour week instead, considering the fact that my body clock was still set unto Malaysian time. But the 2 other student employees in the A/V department stopped working for one reason or another. That left me, boss, and a one week old new guy. And I tell you, Orientation Week is not the time to be understaffed. We had events galore to set up, mend and tear down. So this girl found herself running around campus like a headless chicken. Like two headless chickens. No, like three headless chickens. But then again, the extra cash couldn't hurt, especially since...

I've never done so much shopping on foot before. I guess I could ask someone to give me a ride, but I really really hate asking people for favours when I don't really have to. Setting up 'house' can be fun, I guess...but at the expense of my calves. That is, my lower legs, not my baby cows. I don't have baby cows.

I've never hugged/been hugged so many times in 7x24 hours before. I'm not a huggie wuggie person. Never was, never will be, even though I've improved SOOO much already. But yes, I've violated many people's personal space this week.

I've never eaten so many sandwiches before. My pots and pans aren't here yet. So I've been sandwiching for the past week. I did, however throw together a egg-bake for dinner today. Literally closed my eyes, crossed my fingers, dumped everything into a bowl and dumped the bowl in the oven. It was edible. Just so you know.

I've never been so disorientated before. Consider this:
Boss: Could you run down to the scene shop and ask them for two mic stands?
Me: Okay. *walks off* Wait, am I going in the right dirrection?
Boss: No.
Me: Yeah, that's right. *walks off in another wrong dirrection*

I've never had a week like this before. It hasn't been bad. But I'm sure glad it only comes once a year.

Because some things shouldn't be left unsaid.

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...walked ran into a glass wall today.


I hate glass doors.

No wonder my nose is so flat.


I wonder if I'm really just jet lagging. Or if this goofiness is a permanent, unchangeable feature that I will have to endure for the rest of my life.

Some things are too embarrassing to be made known to the world. Other things are too hilariously embarrassing to be left unsaid. This is one of them.

I'll take the jet without the lag.

The cow went back to work today. Truth be told, she wouldn't have minded sleeping in and playing the "jet lag" card. But doing that would throw her off schedule for a week (or two). So she went back to work, and told the boss to keep her busy or she'd collapse on him.

Honestly, my brain isn't quite functional yet. On more than one occasion, I'd turn left when I should have turned right. So I spent the good part of today wandering around campus, stopping, looking embarrassed, and turning around. Then, I took my lunch break and went to the bank. to do stuff. I got there fine, but I forgot how to get back. Sorta. Haha. I missed a turning. But that's normal. I'm forever missing turnings, and forgetting to get off at stations, and taking the wrong buses anyways.

But besides all that, I survived the 9-5 day, went to the walmarts to find food, came back, ate dinner, and collapsed. Thank goodness I got a call at 10ish, if not I'd still be curled up at the foot of my bed, dead to the world.

Cinderella

I turned into Cinderella again. If my rich old man never comes, I think I'll go get myself married to a farmer "out dere in da countray", get an apron tied 'round me middl' an' start scrubbin' me kitch'n floor with a piece of ol' rag. But until I get married to that farmer "out dere in da countray", I'll stick to my Disinfecting Wipes.


I must have scrubbed every known surface in my room today, and then some out in the living room. After that, I succumbed to a back ache, took a 10 minute nap, and pressed the snooze button 4 times. Oops.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. *rewind*

Last night, 1 girl reached her apartment with 2 huge suitcases, 3 boxes, and 4 bags. In 5 minutes she collapsed on her bed and died.

Not really, I just wanted to use the number "5".

AHHEM! Last night, 1 girl reached her apartment with 2 huge suitcases, 3 boxes, and 4 bags. Then she took a peek at her room, and saw this:

Then she brought everything into her room and this happened:

No joke. I can't tell you how many times she has fallen over her worldly possesions while trying to sort everything out. Then she went to sleep.

The next day she turned into a Cinderella and scrubbed every known surface in her room. Then she spent the rest of the day trying to sort out what went where.

Eventually, she did...and took pictures. She told me to tell you to imagine yourself turning around 360* clockwise. Go figure.





And that's that!

In the US of A

I've reached and am in one piece. Malaysian phone is not working for some reason, though. Will try to sort that out soon. But for now, SLEEP!

In the land of the Hongkies....

Before I left Singapore, I set out to "blast my teeth". But there was a slight problem...I had no toothpaste. Don't get me wrong, I didn't forget to bring it. That would be a sacrilegious. I packed in two travel-size tubes of toothpaste, but they were rock hard when I tried to squeeze it out. So I did the mad-woman dash to the 24 hours shop to get a tube before I boarded. Seriously, I'd die before going 2 days without blasting my teeth. Either that or the world around me will die.

But that little excitement was sure welcome. =) I still have a whopping 20 odd hours of planes and terminals before I reach.

Oh, by the way, I hit the jackpot today. The seat next to me during the 4 hour flight from Singapore to HongKong was E.M.P.T.Y!! Now THAT is joy.

Summer 09

Since I have 15 minutes before I run along to wash my face and blast my teeth before I run along to find some H2O to consume before I run along to Gate B5 to wait and be bored, before I run along to catch my connection to Hong Kong, I shall blog again.

I'm sorry, I have a 8 hour lay over in Singapore. I have like 2 things to do. Blog, drink coffee, and blog again.

But yes, summer holidays. People are forever asking me what on earth I did for 3 months. So here's the answer:

1. Sleep. My favourite past time.
2. Hang out with family.
3. Catch up with friends, friends and more friends.
4. Watch mum cook. I shall be setting my kitchen on fire very soon.
5. Bake bread, get disappointed, bake more bread, get disappointed again. =)
6. Be siewpau something like 7 weeks in a row. Like seriously, I don't get what's so funny about siewpau.
7. Do mum & dad's powerpoints.
   
8. Teach mum and dad how to use their phones/gadgets.
9. Fix the sound on the family computer.
   
10. Volunteer at NASAM.
11. Learn to drive properly. Alone. Not get my license, mind you.
12. Fall sick. I'm only allowed to fall sick while I'm in Malaysia. Grab the chance, germs.
    
13. Read the books dad selected for me. Didn't happen, btw. =D
14. Go church camp and be useful. Sorta.
    
15. Go SS Mid Year Review and be useful. Sorta.
    
16. Shop like a girl. Try to, at least.
    
17. Reunite with the guitar-hubby.

I shall add to the list if I can think of anything else. But for now, I shall run along to wash my face and blast my teeth before I run along to find some H2O to consume before I run along to Gate B5 to wait and be bored, before I run along to catch my connection to Hong Kong. See you there!

Again.

Changi airport's wifi is awesome. Like seriously, I'm in love.

So I left the house on Friday, 14th August at 6pm. Will arrive in Oklahoma on Sunday, 17th August at 7am (Malaysian time) or Saturday, 16th August at 8pm (American time). That's if United Airlines doesn't screw up my flight itinerary again.

But if they do, its OK. I'll just turn nasty and demand that they promote me to first class.

Yeah right, like that will ever happen. The nasty bit, not the first class bit. =)

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So it will be another 35 hours before I get another bath. I feel all nasty already. But this time, I won't be going back to a dark, nasty, stinky dorm toilet. This time, the toilet wouldn't have been left vacant all summer. And this time, I won't be greeted with brown, rusty water from the faucet. I hope. Coz if it does, I'll just curl up in a ball and die.

Not that I died last time. But I do hope for a better toilet, now that I've moved to the apartments. Which brings me to my next point...

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I got a place in the apartments this coming school year. Which means I get my own room, share a bathroom with 1 instead of 4 girls, and avoid eating in the cafeteria. But it also means I'll be starting over with getting to know my apartment mates. Again.

Not that that is a bad thing. Just that it would be nice to know that the people you live with don't think you are a psycho and vice-versa.

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On 14 Aug 2008, exactly one year ago, I was freaking out about leaving. This year I ran out of freaks to freak out. I'll miss home so, so much. But I know the same God who saw me through the last year will see me through another.

Leaving on a jet plane again...

Leaving tonight, 9.45pm. Will blog from singapore again.

Lame-O Potato

I am gonna make a lame analogy. But its 2:30 am, I'm dead tired, and I still can't sleep. So as I said, I am gonna make a lame analogy.

There's this route that I always take to come back home. And every time I take the car out, I have no clue where I am until I hit that lane. The moment I signal, turn left and accelerate up that road, I know I'm home.

I also know I won't be spending the next 2 hours driving in circles, trying to read a map upside down and getting horned by people. Not like I've done that before.

Sue me, I've only been really driving for 2 months.

The point is, these 3 months has been like driving up that road. Everything's familiar. Everything is safe. And I know exactly where I am.

I'm being sentimental, yes. Lame, yes. But really, its 3 am now, and I still can't sleep.

Poor Bald Cow

On May 11th, 2009, I wandered around KL Central with a HUGE 29" bag, phoneless, trying to find my mama and papa, had my first paper tosai in 9 months, bathed in my own (sweet!) bathroom, peeled taugeh, and ate homemade popiah. I also got my hair cut.

Fast forward 3 months and I found myself back in Mid Valley - in the butcher's chair - getting my hair cut. AGAIN. Apparently, there are no hair-butchers in America. Apparently I have to fly 10,000 miles to chop off the black stuff that sprout-eth from my head. Apparently I digress.

So the unruly mop got mowed today. Do I like it? No. Remind me never to shave my mane so short again. But more than that, this is a reminder that my holiday is over. Time to go back. I'll be more than fine once I get there. But for now, why can't my rich old man come and marry me so I don't have to go back to school?

*goofy grin*

Bovine Flu

Just in case someone forgot what bovine means:


It sounds so much better than 'cow flu', or 'cattle flu', or 'ox flu' doesn't it? 'Buffalo flu', on the other hand, shows some promise, but 'bovine flu' beats all for that smooth, intellectual feel.

Whatever, I'm talking crap. But let me clarify something, (before people start getting the wrong idea). Bovine flu doesn't exist. I just made that up because I fell sick. And let me clarify something else. I don't have swine flu. I'm just a sick cow.

It started sometime during bbq night last friday, and didn't get all that bad until saturday afternoon: after I cooked scrambled eggs for breakfast, deposited aunty jo with uncle cal, and taught a last minute guitar class. After 20 minutes, the real, legit teacher came and I scooted back to my bed and slept for 6 hours like a dead man.

I figure I caught the bug from one of the strokee patients. Must have been during one of the "how many grandchildren do you have?" conversations.

Anyways, this sick cow is feeling much better now. She's still coughing so that her little brain jiggles in its skull-case, giving her some massive headaches. But on the whole, everything is A-OK.

I think my body is realizing that this is the last time I'm letting it fall sick in a long long time. Getting ill in America is SO NOT an option!

1/100th of a century later...

I've been blogging for a year now. When I started, I was convinced "siewcowpau.blogspot.com" would surely die a lonely and horrible death. Well it didn't. Hasn't.

People say my blog is funny, or entertaining or whatever. And in a sense, that is true. I don't blog about dark, moody & depressing stuff. If you want that, go visit the bladdah's blog. It will surely make you depressed. But it is good for your soul. In a depressing way.

Anyways, my point is this. All you see on this blog isn't everything. I can't bring myself to bare my poor naked soul to the world wide web. It's too...naked. *squirms* Its not like I'm trying to hide stuff. I just rather find the light side of a dark situation. Take Mr. Creep for example. Short, round and bald Mr. Creep was SO NOT FUNNY. But after 2 weeks of getting creeped out, I began to find things to laugh at. If you look hard enough, you'll always find something to laugh at. Sue me, I like laughing. I like making people laugh.

So here's to 1/100th of a century of blogging about my life. Or part of it, at least.