Who Owns the Fish?

We were given this puzzle to do during our calculus lesson today. It is quite challenging and fun to do at the same time.

This puzzle is attributed to Albert Einstein. He claimed that 98% of the world could not work it out. Can you?

I’ll let you do the judging.

Here goes…..

There are five houses in a row and in five different colors.

In each house lives a person from a different country.

Each person drinks a certain drink, plays a certain sport, and keeps a certain pet.

No two people drinks the same drink, play the same sport, or keep the same pet.

· The Brit lives in a red house

· The Swede keeps dogs

· The Dane drinks tea

· The green house is on the left of the white house

· The green house owner drinks coffee

· The person who plays polo rears birds

· The owner of the yellow house plays hockey

· The man living in the house right in the centre drinks milk

· The Norwegian lives in the first house

· The man who plays baseball lives next to the man who keeps cat

· The man who keeps horses lives next to the one who plays hockey

· The man who play billiards drinks beer

· The German plays soccer

· The Norwegian lives next to the blue house

· The man who plays baseball has a neighbor who drinks water.

Who Owns the Fish?

How long it takes for you to solve this puzzle?

Honest yeah?

Enjoy.

P/S : Kai Ling, this is for you.

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Punched

Heck, my eyes stung. Tears welled and dark circles enveloped my eyes along with my disheveled hair fashion my day. Bloody like a zombie walking around. The funniest part, my bloody zombie-like-face shocked my poor mother when she was enthralled and captivated by the way I look as I was still sleeping this morning. I even scared the hell out of myself as I looked at the mirror. Damn, I look as if I had two juicy and delicious punches right on my eyes. I guess, the panda’s genes are slowly crawling and taking its toll on me.

It has been so long since I last read a novel. Damn, it is for sure a thing I miss doing.

Practically the last one I read was 7 months ago. Short stories like in newspaper, chicken soup, scriptures in bible, and articles in magazines or passages in my IELTS handouts are what I read in general which consumes a slighter effort.

Still, my ‘attractive’ appearance is a result of something I’m so proud of.

I finished reading this novel in 24 hours time. The excitement to know what’s coming up next in the story is perpetual. Staying up all night till 8 in the morning and managed to have 5 hours of sleep. The urge and impulse is relentless.

If you’re an avid reader, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about right, Jessica and Kai Ling?

Compared to P/S I Love You, I definitely love this piece more. I just couldn’t stand the heartbreaking and gloomy Holly dealing with the death of Gary and her bouncing back in P/S I Love You. This story is entirely different; I can play myself as Rosie’s character. The story is so genuine and when family, friends, love, marriage, divorce, birth, death, career, dreams etc and etc involve, it spices up and gives you a tangy feeling. I love the fact that Alex is a doctor. Alright, I’m not going to write a whole synopsis of the story. But hell, I love the ending. After all the turbulence and obstacles………….

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Yeah. A Night at the Museum rocks!!!!!

Damn, I had never laughed so much. Seriously, I will definitely recommend anyone to watch it. Dearly Yoke King and Jessica were there too. The last show as far I could remember was ‘Da Vinci Code’ with Yoke King and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with Jessica. It’s good to catch up. I enjoy movies!!!! Ahhhh talking about ‘Da Vinci Code’… that was utterly a stupid show and I read from newspaper that, it’s the movie of the year. Maybe my brain capacity couldn’t absorb what they were trying to deliver or convey.

Jessica will be turning 15 next year, form three. Be a good girl yeah, Jessica, just don’t listen to Jason and your parents. And this brilliant girl, she managed to figure out what ‘portemonnaie’ actually means. Yes, it pronounces pot-mor-ney in French and German, but it sounds like ‘pot of money’ in English. How creative right? Hence, it’s a pot of 2 cents here.

We’ll be going to Ipoh tomorrow. Excited!!!

Till then, Good Night!!!

Where Rainbows End

Rosie and I share the same date of birth!!!

I’m currently reading this book from Cecelia Ahern, Where Rainbows End. Yes, it’s a chic lit. Oh, I love them.

Two weeks, two books, fairly accomplishable. I hope so.

Till then, Happy Holiday!!!

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Two weeks break. Awesome.

First three days, task given = babysit.

Lovely, one 5 years old is capable to make you go eccentric and bizarre.

Scene : Taman Rakyat

Sean : Jie jie, why there’s no orang-utan here?

Sean : I have on more energy, I want to graze like cattle.

Sean : I’m tired. I can’t walk anymore. Is there any mango, coconut or banana tree here? I want to pluck and eat them.

He talked and sang like practically non-stop all the way from the bottom to the peak of the bukit. 101 questions rose, leaving me bewildered to answer his questions. He’s not foolish. You have to be sharp-witted to counter his query.

You would be so soaked and saturated with characters like Muck, Roley, Scoop, Dizzy, Spud and Bob and Wendy in Bob the Builder, perhaps you’ll be start singing “Bob the builder, can we fix it? Bob the builder, yes we can!”

He would follow you to sleep and wake you up early in the morning by singing real LOUD like…..

“Are you sleeping, are you sleeping? Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing, DING DONG BELL, DING DONG BELL!!!

Or

“Bangun pagi gosok gigi cuci muka pakai baju minum susu makan roti pergi sekolah senang hati.”

At the end, you were left with no choice but to entertain him.

Another sweetheart is Sharmane. She never throws tantrums or cries although her ko-ko bullies her.

Sadly, it lasted for only two days (in front of us), her true colors portrayed when her parents showed up. How cheeky right? Kids nowadays are unbelievable. They adapt so fast.

Next is “mumm-mumm” for food; you have to find ways to feed them. Gosh, from “Ahhhhhhh…. Open your mouth….” to “Good girl Mane or good boy Sean!”

My favorite thing to do with them is to ‘poom-poom’, take shower. Their cuteness is beyond words.

Finally, something you definitely cannot avoid or escape when it comes to children is ‘nen-nen’, milk.

The last day we had four children at home. Gosh, they clattered around like some wild birds without wings. Unstoppable.

Toys lay messily and chaotically on the floor, from LEGO and Barbie dolls to poker cards and mahjung.

In spite of all these, I still miss their presence after they left, how ironic.

Happy Boxing Day!!

Mechanism

It’s always a bloody problem. I hate it.

Transports problem I’m talking about. It always ended up like this.

“Oh no, you drive. I’m tired today. I played basketball, foosball, football, netball and my own balls.”

“No no, I can’t. My dad doesn’t allow me to drive late at night. You know, girls’ thingy. Girls are blind at night, you see.”

Ten people are going out. Some don’t know how to drive, me in this case. Yes, I don’t know. You have to be dependant on others. Damn, I hate it. And you know what, some bloody screw-lose friends will think that you are USING them. Oh damn, “Friends=Drivers”. If that’s the mentality, petrol is expensive (damn, I forgot, cars consume petrol), picking your friends up means, you have to spend more. At the end, you will bloody face a big loss. Hell, serving others.

And to make the matter worst, some bloody know-how-to-drive-jack-ass would NOT make any efforts to drive at least once in let say 10 outings, NEVER before. Heck, I’m not trying to be calculative. That’s the way it should be. People will get fed up. Give and take is a fair play. If your friends drove for the first outing, then you drive for the second round. Its fair isn’t it? Don’t try to give some lame excuses telling that, oh, my bloody balls is aching because I shaked too much.

And to those who always have to rely on others. Be wise; treat them in return or something. I can’t honestly, I don’t like people to have this feeling that I’m bloody USING them or taking ADVANTAGE on them, like some bloody parasites. It’s a privilege and freedom that you have a car and you know how to drive. To those who can’t, you are the ones that they will really appreciate and feel grateful for. But don’t get the wrong impression that they will bloody use you.

“GO GET YOUR LICENSE!!!”

I’ve been hearing this like zillions.

I’m not and I will not do it till I’m like 22 or even older.

Yeah. I’ve been rationalizing this for quite some time. These are not my excuses, but I have my plans and definitely not procrastinating.

#1 I have no sense of direction

#2 I have never successfully started an engine before

#3 I have never maneuvered a vehicle before

#4 I have never stepped on an accelerator or switched a gear before

#5 I just couldn’t imagine myself driving and getting honked and cursed

Yes. I’m that slow. Heck, that’s me. I’m 18, too young to die. I’m not geared up to face the road and put myself at risk yet. The intuition of me meeting a traffic accident haunts me. How retard? I dare to fail but I don’t dare to die, in such a gory way. Kia-si.

Anyway, enough of grumbles, I’m off to celebrate Christmas Eve in 30 minutes.

Have a Merry Christmas people.

May you are blessed and showered with lots of love, peace and joy ahead.

God bless!!

Santa

That’s called boy-tipping…

Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha…

Those animals in Barnyard are so witty. They are colorful and cheerful, definitely for people like me.

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It’s the year end sale again. Our so-called mega sale is actually bloody misleading. Christmas now is all about presents, Xmas tree, Santa Clause and more presents, getting more and more commercialized. In fact, festivals are targeted to draw consumers to pay out. Valentines’ Day, Mothers’ Day, Fathers’ Day and all sorts of days are all aimed to appreciate and honor our loved ones. However, there are no obvious or apparent ways or guidelines on how we should celebrate it. These special days are meant to acknowledge the individual and cherish moments with them. Whether we should or not to buy them a gift is up to us to decide on.

On the other hand, what about those who have financial constraints? Is not buying or giving them a present shows that we don’t love or care for them? Why we have to measure love by amounting how expensive or receiving how many gifts? Poor people possess no affection or love in this case. Isn’t seeing your loved ones happy is the best gift in our lives? Or we are just preoccupied with materialism?

We love to compete nowadays, everything stretching from our very first strand of hair till the last bite of our toe nails. May it be our profound sense of inner satisfaction such as competing to feel good, confident, intelligent and secured or something more concrete such contending to have a more gorgeous physical appearance by spending more on designers’ clothes, jewelries, luxurious sport cars and beauty-care products. What we gain after that?

Eventually, we will crave for more. It is never enough. And what’s next? Catching our last breath in our deathbed? And what’s left? Pride? Yes, of course, we’ll be in a bigger and more expensive coffin six feet under. Perhaps, made out of gold, stamped “Made in Italy”, Q.C. passed. Awesome. Spend millions on paper replicas. Multi-stories bungalows, maids, Mercedes, Maid, Cruise, Cash, banks, watches, anything you want, name it. Burn it! Enjoy all those luxurious ashes in heaven (if only we’re virtuous in our past life) or hell (sinful bastards).

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The more you own, the happier you are. Otherwise, kalah-lah. Society doesn’t accept losers. Is that so?

Then I’m a loser.

Dear Santa,

Would you put all this presents in my Christmas socks; I do not want to be a loser.

Here is my wish-list. Please fulfill all my dreams and wishes. I know it’s too much, but I can wait. Grant me one wish a year will do, till the day I die, hopefully 80 years old, Santa still having plenty of time to materialize my dreams.

I wish and hope everyone owns same skin color, everyone converses in same language, everyone looks pretty and handsome, everyone has the same level of intelligence, everyone earns the same wages, everyone lives in moderation, no rich and poor people, everyone receives education, everyone has the same food on the table, everyone is sensible and thoughtful, everyone is caring and loving, everyone is sincere, everyone is healthy and fit, everyone loves and protects our mother nature, everyone hates war and poverty…………………………………………………………….

Santa, I will continue a new list next year, please appear in my dream tonight if you agree to it. Deal?

Thank You. I love you.

Zero

Ji-lo

Yeeeee

That is how my new Mathematic lecturer, Mr. Lee Kam Chong, pronounces zero and ‘e’. I can’t restraint myself and snigger every time he does that. I know it’s disrespectful to sneer at lecturer. I’m sorry. On the whole, he’s expert and proficient, experienced and polished. His bears a resemblance to my previous Matematik Tambahan tutor, Sir James Tan. Just that James Tan says zero and not ji-lo.

And the way he wears his pants is funny, it’s a little short as in its length makes his socks visible. Well, we simply have to respect the fashion sense of everyone. As long as the individual finds it comfortable and matches his or her style, who cares whether they are nude or stripped.

My Physics teacher on the other hand is young and pretty, 26 of age, Ms Say, in fact, too young. Her inexperience is proven when she keeps writing notes on the board and expecting us to copy everything. It’s utterly boring. She explains physics by reading the notes on her hand. That makes the lesson so monotonous.

Chemistry taught by Ms Jaclyn. No comment yet, still too early. It is no doubt that she enjoys dismissing the class early. Perhaps, we bored her to death; she has no choice but to send us home.

We enter the second week of our Bridging Course already. My rusted and idle brain is working over-time now. My brain is swamped with facts, figures and formulas at the moment. I’ve been summoning up my strength to recall all my physics, chemistry and mathematics knowledge as best I could. Damn, it’s tiring. I miss German and English now, especially the interactive sections.

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Oh yeah, I went to Rock the World 7 with my sis, Kohilan, Jason last Saturday. It never took me by surprise that 90% were Mat Rempits there. We went, albeit knowing the consequences. What’s more we were there last year.

I don’t know what rock music is actually. My definition of rock is NOISY, LOUD, BOISTEROUS and most importantly EARSPILTTING music. We were inundated with screams and grudge music that night. It proved me right, hadn’t change my mind at all. I’ve got to admit some performances were a blast. Jason LO and One Buck Short were the few good ones. At least I could hear what they were singing not just some humdrum bass and drums.

In spite of everything, I enjoyed observing the people there, the way dressed, styled and everything from top-to-toe. Most of them were in sober black shirts. Indeed, 95% were in black, which included me and my sis, really like some black parade going on.

Til then…

Good night!

Eight

Yes. I just woke up to smell the coffee.

It’s nearly 3 a.m. and I could not sleep. The OLD TOWN coffee must have been taking effect on me now.

I’ve been reflecting and navel-gazing a lot lately. Staring at those childhood photos made me look back and reminiscence. I can’t help but filled with a wave of nostalgia.

I wasn’t charming and adorable when I was an infant. In fact, I was born dark-reddish and hairy. My poor mother had to rock and cradled to lull me to sleep as I cried the most among my siblings. Needless to say, I was beaten and caned most. My parents have always declared that I’m the problematic child.

My boy-haired-cut put doubts to my gender. Moreover, my tomboyish character and appearance didn’t make matters any good either. Seriously, I never had a chance or allowed to keep long silky hair.

I love the number 8.

I was born on the 8th

I was 8-month old when I was diagnosed as having eczema

I was 8 years old when I was diagnosed with asthma

Mind you, I do not need tea or sympathy from you. It’s a reality; I’m pondering as I’m sitting back and delivering this post.

After all, I have Tuck Lam and Wai Kit to be my partner.

My panel doctor used to raise my spirits by telling me that eczema patients have a slightly higher intelligence compared to those who are hale and hearty. How deceiving right? Of course, he was just lying. Trying to soothe a young girl’s heart is part of their duty to illustrate care and concern to their patients. I really appreciate it.

Still, I got all the attention from my parents. I’m their blessing in disguise.

They love me more than anything in the world. Striving to protect and prevent me from getting hurt like a jewel in their eyes. They never give up on me. Not forgetting my supportive sibling as well. I’m their results of their creation.

Thank You.

Splash

5 Niagara Falls Flume Rides.

2 Tomahawk.

1 Lost City of Gold.

1 Colorado Splash.

1 Grand Canyon River Rapids.

1 Pirate’s Revenge

1 Apache Pots

2 Mushrooms.

Total = 14 Rides

70 Pictures.

16 Gentlemen.

5 Ladies.

3 Hours.

4 Cars.

Total = Countless Roar of Laughter.

A Myriad of Happiness.

Enormous Thrill.

Bottomless Food and Drinks.

That basically sums it all. Our trip to Lagoon was a success. Although we didn’t have much time for both Wet and Dry Park, we managed to make the most of those rides. No sunburn, the weather was just nice, sprinkle here and there, the cooling effect was awesome.

Herr Sittner’s Freundin is actually our college’s Head of Students’ Service Department, Miss Fraulein George. What a match, they look lovely together. It seems paradoxical to me when these two beautiful souls who are in their mid 30s I met early this year were single. I was fortunate enough to know Fraulein during a visit to the ambassador’s residence for a small musical play last August. It would be so not me if I never probed or asked questions like are you married? Of course I wouldn’t have the guts to ask such question if she’s not affable. She was a workaholic. Bad-timing and according to her, Mr. Right has not arrived on the scene yet. Herr Sittner on the other hand was a bachelor. It works like magic and seeing their intimacy is heartening.

At the same time, a little voice was playing in my mind subconsciously;

A tingle of desire and envy popped up.

Questions and uncertainties cropped up.

When will my destined other half turn up.

What if “he” is a Mat Salleh? Fuhh, gaya. I suka.

German frankturter? Erhmmmm…

What if the guy I love doesn’t love me back?

What if the guy I’m in love with fall for my best girlfriend?

What if I like a Malay guy?

What if I’m homosexual?

Will I be a good-kisser?

Will I be married before 30’s?

Damn, I don’t want to be a spinster.

Will I be sexually attractive?

Will “we” be blessed with children?

Will I be a good mother?

What if my spouse dies before me?

Heck, I don’t want to be widowed.

Bloody absurd, I’m 18 years old and I’m thinking about marriage.

The next thing is will I be still alive the next day?

In no doubt, our Big Daddy has all the answers to my questions above. It is similar to searching a gleam in a dark secluded room.

For sure God has a bigger plan for me, whether I like it or not, He knows what’s best for me.

Maybe it’s time for me to wake up and smell the coffee!!

Mourning

Book-smart? Street-smart?

Yes. I’m 18 years old. A matured 18 years old? Nope. Sorry, daddy. You’re right. I’m not. My mentality doesn’t prepare me to face the real world at all. In fact, my visionary world seems to be so perfect that no one plays an evil or nasty role. Heck, I’m so childish. I’ve got so much to learn other than bloody German, Mathematics and Physics but my own kind, Malaysians. Being able or clever in scoring in exam is not intelligent or smart at all. Let me prove to you. I’m plain naïve and my thinking is simple. My world consists of ONLY good people. When bad people encroach or intrudes, I can’t fight back. In other words, I’m weak. I can’t protect myself, no, not yet. I’m not armed not shielded to fight against them still.

Again, I let my parents down. I can’t even look after of my own brother. Book-smart alone is hell not enough. I could have had anticipated the possible catastrophe, but again, the lack of common sense side of me fail to.

My spirit was high. I was eager to spend my lovely Monday with my brother and Edwin as he’s leaving for Italy the next day. Our beloved lady, Kai Ling ditched us last minute. Otherwise, it would be perfect. We finally decided to take our ever-punctual-and-efficient KTM. Filled with optimism this time, I thought things would have change for better but hell I was so wrong. It turned worst, so much worst. It took so much of effort to reach Mid-Valley, the typical if-I-don’t-push-confirm-kalah-attitude of Malaysian not and mentioning the smell (Indonesian, Bangla and Burmese as well) and the unbearable condition of the train was dreadful.

Still, I found my way to indulge myself in my novel all the way until we reached K.L Sentral. It was that moment that I realized how civilized Malaysians are. God, we have definitely reached our full civilization potential. Not only we are skillful at reading signboards (literate, don’t we?), we can even speak out loud. I’m confident that if Malaysians continue to progress in such pace, our country can for sure generate a great number of good public speakers. Why not? We are experts, talking out loud in cell phones. As if the whole world does not know what color your shit is. Good job. Malaysia Boleh!!

Enough of KTM.

Oh, I just can’t describe the beauty in Mid-Valley anymore.

Those happy moments dashed in seconds. I’m heated, angry and frustrated, who cares about the X’mas tree now. I can’t. I’m sorry Santa.

This nincompoop had to spoil it. He or she ended our blissful day with his or her bloody hand. ‘It’ picked my brother’s pocket. His 2-month birthday pressie, a phone is gone.

Maybe I was too greedy.

It seems to me that pleasant news keeps coming into view in the past few days. What’s next?

Good things are meant for short period of time. It won’t last.

I’ve learned.

A bad news just rolled up.

God bless you it!

Imitation

A : Miss… Prada, Gucci, LV, Coach…
B : Leng lui… Sport shoe, Adidas, Nike.. Ngam mou?
C : Siu Jie, Watch.. Lei tai tai…
D : Jersey.. jersey… Chelsea, Arsenal..

Getting familiar with this local scene?

Yes. It is none other than our well-known and famous Petaling Street.

Oh well, I just love the atmosphere and mood there. The sweltering commotion is bloody satisfying. People hurried and hassle in a narrow passageway bargaining over cheaper deals and goods in a scorching hot condition. You can see their faces glistened with beads of perspiration. Not forgetting the masses of pirated DVDs and VCDs. Not to mention the XXX-rated type. Damn syok. Damn puas.

Another thing that you do not want to miss is definitely the food. Gosh. Typical asam laksa, beef noodle, mata kuching, soya milk, tai luk meen, bah kau teng. Cekap.

I Love Malaysia.

Graduation

Hohohohohohohohohoho….

I could feel tears of joy swelling in my eyes as I received my German results slip. My happiness is beyond description. Mind you, I didn’t score perfect 100 or break any world records. It was the sense of satisfaction and exhilaration, the greatest money-can’t-buy-feelings-in-the-world which I’m talking about. Ohhhh, it bloody feels like heaven and paradise welcoming you in ecstasy. I simply love the merry and cheery sensation. Awesome.

Praise the Lord.

We had our last German class today, after five months. In other words, we officially obtained our first ever Carl Duisberg Diplom Deutsch, in junior grade. All 19 of us made it through, we have the right to be proud of ourselves, simply at this moment to glorify and adore our achievement. Congratulations and well done everyone!!!

I’m pretty relieved in fact. One hurdle is down, yet another stumbling block emerging. We’re all raring to face it. Waiting impatiently and fervently to confront the imminence. Our spirit is high. Our determination is strong.

In the midst of battling, we’re also pampered due to our performance. We are going to indulge ourselves in sun, sea and surf. Sounds good isn’t it?

Hahaha..

We are going to Sunway Lagoon next Wednesday. CDC is paying the bill. Thumbs up! The paramount is, Herr Sittnerr has promised to bring his new Kadazan girlfriend along. Splendid. It was during our lunch break, when we kept attacking and bombarding him with lots of questions regarding his personal and private stuffs. It was a sheer buzz.

And yes, our holidays have extended into another week. It seems to me that pleasant news keeps coming into view in the past few days. What’s next?

I’m still craving for more.

Oh yes. Christmas. New Year.

My wishing list:

Singapore. Grace. Cousins. Technology devices.

Ipoh. Grandparents. Aunties. Uncles. Cousins. Food. Ice Kacang. Chap Kor Peng.

Redang. Sun. Beach. Sand. Shades. Mat Salleh. Bikinis. Shells. Blue. Tan.

So far, that’s all. I’ll write more when I can think of more.

Good night peeps. Wish us luck!!!

Java Five

Heard of Five?

Yeahhhhhh… Fi5, the pop UK band of five hotties. Alas, the group pulled apart. Their famous “We Will Rock You” undeniably rocks. They were one of my favorite boy bands those days, when Backstreet Boys, N’sync and Westlife were a big hit. Well, some of them are still doing rather all right, just that they are no longer that dashing or alluring to me anymore, in other words, they are getting old and their popularity and fame fades away. Gone were those days where I would hum to myself as I was happily taking my bath or doing my big busi.. homework. It was as though something was really missing if at all I failed to listen to them in let say three days. It was to the extent that even my mom who doesn’t fancy any of their songs knows the tune and could probably sing a couple of lines. That was how frequent I listen to them. The craze and obsession somehow petered out as time goes.

Erhmmmm…

What about Java Five?

I’m pretty sure that none of you have had ever heard of this band. In fact, they are a bunch of aliens to me. And guess what, I went to their so-called mini performance or concert yesterday. They are Germans who flew all the way to Malaysia to present their swing music. Swing music is a form of jazz music; the difference is that swing is without musical instrument. That was what I thought at first, but it turned out that there was a guitarist.

This tiny performance was a result of collaboration between Goethe Institute and Ministry of Art, Culture and Heritage. Since we were invited, we got nothing to lose but heighten our experience. 16 of us including Herr Sittner dabbled in their performance. We were drowned by their droning and tedious melody although the soloist tried to create some lame jokes to entertain us. Nevertheless, vain effort. Herr Sittner was criticizing him as he whispered sarcastically about their performance. Although he’s a German, he’s basically honest and objective when it comes to the reality.

It wasn’t much of the concert but the quality time that we spent together which I enjoyed. And I wore high heels yesterday. Of course, you can’t be expecting me to dress to kill, but I wore skirt. Something worth to be remembered cause I wore a skirt for the first time in 6 months in front of my classmates. Surprised!

The heels were seriously killing. Its bloody 3 inches. Yes. I measured it. And the results, actually no blisters, just that I’m not used to walking 3 inches higher. I’m treasuring and sayang-ing my trainers and flats more than before. Nothing compares to a pair of cozy and secure sneakers, simply effortless.

The drivers of the day were Afham, Rahman and Raj. We’re giving them the credit from the bottom of our hearts. Without you, it was unlikely that we would have so much fun! You made it possible. Thank You.

Later, we went to Kg Baru for supper, it was my first time there. The main purpose was to let Herr Sittner to savor some typical and scrumptious Malay food, plus cheap. He tried some blue sticky rice which according to him appetizing tough the appearance of it seemed on the contrary. Well, I guess he was just being polite after all. I tried something new too, Nasi Kerabu, a Kelantanese dish, recommended by Azizul. Not too bad after all.

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German. We are having finals now. We did our speaking test today. I’m quite disappointed, didn’t perform like how expected. I was so nervous. However, I’m thankful it’s over. After Saturday, we’ll be free.

Due to the exam, our class ended early today. I couldn’t study, in fact I didn’t know what to study. Shortly, my friends tempted me to go 1U for bowling. Yeah, after put in much consideration, I gave in. Getting ready, I left my unit. Fine, it must be at this moment I met my girl friends. We chatted a while, they bloody potong my stim. Yes, EXAM = STUDY!!

The guilt-ridden me slowly walked back to room. And guess what? I left my key inside my room. Awesome, God had a plan for me today. He said : Michelle, you needed a break today, chill out and have fun! And, I obeyed Him. There was no turning back, my roommate was not there.

Yeah, we winded up watching a movie as well. De javu.

I hope that all of us can get through our exams!!

Best Wishes!!!

Java Five

Heard of Five?

Yeahhhhhh… Fi5, the pop UK band of five hotties. Alas, the group pulled apart. Their famous “We Will Rock You” undeniably rocks. They were one of my favorite boy bands those days, when Backstreet Boys, N’sync and Westlife were a big hit. Well, some of them are still doing rather all right, just that they are no longer that dashing or alluring to me anymore, in other words, they are getting old and their popularity and fame fades away. Gone were those days where I would hum to myself as I was happily taking my bath or doing my big busi.. homework. It was as though something was really missing if at all I failed to listen to them in let say three days. It was to the extent that even my mom who doesn’t fancy any of their songs knows the tune and could probably sing a couple of lines. That was how frequent I listen to them. The craze and obsession somehow petered out as time goes.

Erhmmmm…

What about Java Five?

I’m pretty sure that none of you have had ever heard of this band. In fact, they are a bunch of aliens to me. And guess what, I went to their so-called mini performance or concert yesterday. They are Germans who flew all the way to Malaysia to present their swing music. Swing music is a form of jazz music; the difference is that swing is without musical instrument. That was what I thought at first, but it turned out that there was a guitarist.

This tiny performance was a result of collaboration between Goethe Institute and Ministry of Art, Culture and Heritage. Since we were invited, we got nothing to lose but heighten our experience. 16 of us including Herr Sittner dabbled in their performance. We were drowned by their droning and tedious melody although the soloist tried to create some lame jokes to entertain us. Nevertheless, vain effort. Herr Sittner was criticizing him as he whispered sarcastically about their performance. Although he’s a German, he’s basically honest and objective when it comes to the reality.

It wasn’t much of the concert but the quality time that we spent together which I enjoyed. And I wore high heels yesterday. Of course, you can’t be expecting me to dress to kill, but I wore skirt. Something worth to be remembered cause I wore a skirt for the first time in 6 months in front of my classmates. Surprised!

The heels were seriously killing. Its bloody 3 inches. Yes. I measured it. And the results, actually no blisters, just that I’m not used to walking 3 inches higher. I’m treasuring and sayang-ing my trainers and flats more than before. Nothing compares to a pair of cozy and secure sneakers, simply effortless.

The drivers of the day were Afham, Rahman and Raj. We’re giving them the credit from the bottom of our hearts. Without you, it was unlikely that we would have so much fun! You made it possible. Thank You.

Later, we went to Kg Baru for supper, it was my first time there. The main purpose was to let Herr Sittner to savor some typical and scrumptious Malay food, plus cheap. He tried some blue sticky rice which according to him appetizing tough the appearance of it seemed on the contrary. Well, I guess he was just being polite after all. I tried something new too, Nasi Kerabu, a Kelantanese dish, recommended by Azizul. Not too bad after all.

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German. We are having finals now. We did our speaking test today. I’m quite disappointed, didn’t perform like how expected. I was so nervous. However, I’m thankful it’s over. After Saturday, we’ll be free.

Due to the exam, our class ended early today. I couldn’t study, in fact I didn’t know what to study. Shortly, my friends tempted me to go 1U for bowling. Yeah, after put in much consideration, I gave in. Getting ready, I left my unit. Fine, it must be at this moment I met my girl friends. We chatted a while, they bloody potong my stim. Yes, EXAM = STUDY!!

The guilt-ridden me slowly walked back to room. And guess what? I left my key inside my room. Awesome, God had a plan for me today. He said : Michelle, you needed a break today, chill out and have fun! And, I obeyed Him. There was no turning back, my roommate was not there.

Yeah, we winded up watching a movie as well. De javu.

I hope that all of us can get through our exams!!

Best Wishes!!!

Keep the Promise

World AIDS Day?

Humans are always faced and confronted with many problems. It’s never ending. It’s a dog eats dog world. Our society is nurtured in such a way that we are able survive and keep pace with the changing phases and times. Everyday without fail, predicaments and dilemmas crop up. You’re coerced into making decisions and judgments even your profound innermost feels reversely.

We can’t help but to wear a tinted glass and be biased against certain people and circumstances. Our skepticism has influence and controls our belief and thinking. Ultimately, dogmatism reigns.

Why we have to live such a way? Prejudiced swelled. Hatred multiplies.

International Day of Disabled People?

How big is the impact to the society? Are we even aware of the people around us? Does it make the disabled or unfortunates better?

I’m confused.