Allergic To Bullshit?

Fuck this shit

2010-06-16T19:02:00.003+10:00

It's been a hell of a shitty week.

Seriously looking forward to Friday when everything ends, abattoir with Yi Lin and Jess, Gold Coast/Brisbane with mummy, dad+bro's visit, and clinical attachment with Teresa.

I don't feel confident at all for any of my subjects. At this point, I kinda don't care about my grades anymore (they weren't gonna be fantastic anyways), I just want to freaking pass everything.

I'm burnt out and I don't wanna have to come back, attachment unfinished, to study for the supps. I just don't.

So, yeah. I'm tired. I feel depressed and upset. I wanna cry. And yes, I'm hormonal.

2010-06-15T18:34:00.003+10:00

I get super upset when someone gets mad at me.

Be it my parents, my friends, my acquintances, people I don't even like.

I get super paranoid about people I assume don't like me and get nervous around said people, like what if I say something disastrously wrong and they hate me even more.

What the fark is wrong with me?

2010-05-27T20:58:00.003+10:00

I can't believe it's the end of another semester again. Well, not officially, there are still exams to study for. But after that, I'll be entering the clinic in a brand new bright white non-stained (not yet anyways) lab coat. Look out, doggies and kitty cats (and horses when I'm on horse rotations).

I'm starting to worry about that. The clinic aspect of next semester, I mean. Well, the exams as well, but was slacking off, singing and dancing when I could be studying when it hit me. I'd be actually responsible for real lives next semester. How scary is that. Like, who would entrust their pets in me seriously? I doubt my competency at being able to help at all.

Sigh. Whenever I have a bit of fun, reality always sets in and now, I'm already picturing scenarios in the hospital next semester of me being a total loser and killing all my patients. =(

Oettoke? Douyatte? Zhen me ban? HOW LIDDAT?

But anyways, back to attempting to do some work tonight.

aja aja hwaiting~ gambatte yo~ jia you~ let's gooooo, I can so totally do this~!!!

=)

2010-05-04T19:46:00.002+10:00

Hi dad, can you hear me?

I hate it when you ask me a question and not listen to the answer before proceeding to asking another one.

It's really frustrating because it makes me wonder whether you're even listening to what I say.

And that makes me wonder if you even really care about what I think.

Do you, dad, care, at all?

Because everytime I hang up after talking to you on the phone, it always leaves me feeling snappish and annoyed for no reason like I'm PMS-ing. And I'm generally stuck in that emo mood for days after.

You ask me generic questions like "what did you eat? what did you do today?" but before I can answer you move on to the next topic "what is Optus charging your credit card for?"

Are you listening to what I say?

It leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth.

Because it makes me wonder, am I so boring?

As a daughter, I sometimes wonder if I somehow failed my role.

Friends call their parents willingly every week without fail. Email, Skype, whatever.

But if I can help it, I try to avoid contact as much as possible.

I miss you, my family, so much. But talking to you, dad, puts me off, so much too.

So much so that I rarely ever willingly pick up the phone to reach out to you all except when I need something.

Like a fucking gold digger.

I dunno when it started, but we've slowly drifted apart. Did it begin when I failed to meet your expectations of becoming a doctor? Because you know what, I've always thought that.

You make comments sometimes bout whatever troubles I'm having, whatever stress I'm feeling. You make light of it. When in fact, what I want is for you to try to understand how hard, how tough it gets sometimes, confort me and tell me I'll be fine. It hurts, you know, when you just dismiss my words.

So I just wanted to ask, "hi dad, can you hear me?" because it really seems like you can't.

You'll never read this. You'll never know this.

But I feel better typing this out now.

Maybe I should make a comeback to bloggersphere.

Putting the ! back in PANIC

2009-07-28T21:58:00.003+10:00

SO.

I'm back in Melbourne.

It's shaping up to be another tough as nails semester. But, such is life.

And instead of complaining and endlessly whinging about it, I guess, for now, I just gotta grit my teeth and get jiggy with it.

Until my brains suffocate and I suffer a mental breakdown of course, then naturally I'll be back on this webpage, bitching and moaning, and generally embracing my emo alter ego.

But till then, I intend, or at least I'll attempt (badly, I'm sure) to be a ray of optimistic sunshine so bright it'll blind your eyes and give you skin cancer.

bling bling like L.E.D

2009-05-19T23:58:00.005+10:00

sigh.

i wish i could fall asleep and never wake up. =(

nose bleeds and heart attacks =)

2009-05-05T21:28:00.004+10:00

OMG! YAMAPI!!! (thank you raidmyminibar, these pics totally made my night)

Prof. Ian Beveridge, you scare me

2009-04-22T00:41:00.003+10:00

Oh and by the way, you know you've seen everything when your Parasitology lecturer breaks a ginormous piece of faecal pat with his BARE hands. I repeat, cow shit, no gloves.

You're the man, prof, you know you are.

Jason Mraz Live in Melbourne

2009-04-21T23:46:00.002+10:00

YES, the wordplay maestro himself, Mr. Mraz!

What can I say? IT WAS SO BLOODY AWESOME!

The crowd interaction was the best ever! Chanting nonsensical lines after him; mexican waves; the oh-off orchestrated by opening act Eric Hutchinson; throwing Polaroids of the band at the crowd. It was FANTASTIC. And the crowd was so cooperative and just so fun to be a part of.

I have to say my favourite part of the 3 hour long concert (yes, it was a damn long show, which means your moneys' worth! HAHA) was his encore piece, Mr. Curiosity, when he went all opera-ish on us and just belted out all these high notes. The funny thing is, just the other day, as I was listening to this song on my Ipod, I wondered how he'll be able to sing that song live. And he did actually sing it(!), and boy, was this live version so much better than the album one.

Another highlight of the concert was definitely when he sang "I'm Yours". Unsurprisingly, being such a popular song on the charts and radio, it was truly a crowd pleasing piece and really got us excited and singing along. But the best bit wasn't the amusing mob reaction to the song (we were all SO hyper), it was that he made me fall in love with the song all over again. I remember the first time I heard it was in 2006, in Trinity, when Mike and Nick from Palmerston House covered the song during one of our many karaoke sessions. I absolutely loved that song. The catchy melody, the crack lyrics, it was delicious delicious ear candy. It became one of the top 25 most played songs on my iTunes that year after Jay Chou's "Qian Li Zhi Wai". Then, suddenly, last year, the song basically exploded everywhere. It was so overplayed, I automatically changed radio stations when I heard that familiar guitar intro. But, when he sang it tonight so beautifully, I fell in love with it all over again. XD

Jason Mraz is truly one of the more talented and better live musicians out there. His voice is so dreamy and soothing and oh, just terrific. He sounds like a million times better live than in his studio recordings. How awesome is that???

Ah, bliss. I'm so happy. Contentment. Best decision I ever made going to this gig plus for waking up so early to buy the tickets and grab the awesome seats we got.

Row row row a boat, gently down the stream, merrily merrily, life is but a dream...(=

VFest 09, Melbourne

2009-04-10T23:38:00.019+10:00

PICTURES!!!

This Stage and That Stage had the bigger acts. The Other Stage had the lesser known bands. The Virgin Mobile Stage had mostly local Aussie artists.

Villians of Wilhelm. They were okay-ish.

Duffy (she's so tiny in real life!) and her Barbie Doll twin backup singers. We were so freaking close to the stage, like just behind the barrier thingy.

Razorlight were quite good actually, I might start listening to their music. Also, the lead singer pulled a Chris Martin and jumped past security to be groped by fans, so that was awesome to witness.

He looks kinda like Danny Jones (Mcfly) from this angle. HAHA.

KAISER CHIEFS!!! OMG, THEY WERE SOOOOO GOOD!!! Can you tell how close we were to the stage by this pic? Be jealous please. =P

THE KILLERS!!! BRANDON FLOWERS!!! PLAYING ALL THEIR BEST SONGS!!! Need I say more? =)

This piano is so cool and kick-ass and SHINY.

Worship me! ROAR.

Thanks girls for the great company! It would not have been the same without you!

P.S I got a drumstick. A FREAKING DRUMSTICK!!! WOOT!!! I acquired it rather unfairly though... But all fairs in war. Teehee.

P.P.S you may have noticed the obvious lack of Snow Patrol. Well, guess what? We didn't get to see them. Why? Check this out:

This Stage
Kaiser Chiefs 6.45-7.45
The Killers 8.15-8.45

That Stage
Snow Patrol 7.15-8.30

I ASK YOU HOW LAH LIKE THAT?! So we chose to stick to This Stage since 2 out of 3 big acts were performing there. ARGH! If I'd known, I'd have gone for the Snow Patrol sideshow. Hopefully next time, they won't arrange it so the big acts clash, although in my opinion, it's quite common sense to not do that lor.

Overall, VFest was still damn awesome! I may have missed Pushover Fest and Mcfly (HUGE REGRET) but I didn't miss this one! Yay me!

Jason Mraz next! Oh yeah, bring on the rock gigs!

this is a reminder to blog bout the greatness that is

2009-04-04T22:51:00.003+11:00

V FESTIVAL MELBOURNE 2009!!! WOO!!!

The awesome performers. The wild crowd. The crazy tram ride home. The drumstick.

=)

I woke up fucking late for school, missed THE tram and waited for ages for the next to be told there wont be tram service

2009-04-01T11:23:00.005+11:00

As per title.

I'm twenty. And still this shit happens to me. Guess age really is just numbers.

SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!

I wish I could bubblewrap my heart, in case I fall and break apart

2009-03-28T00:02:00.006+11:00

What's wrong with me?

I seriously don't get myself. I'm like a manic depressive with all these crazy mood swings. Happy (like singing my heart out with joy happy) one moment then sad (like literally weeping to depressing emo songs sad) the next. Up down up down like a trampoline.

My knee hurts.

When Prince Charming found Cinderella's slipper, they didn't accuse him of having a foot fetish.

2009-03-24T21:59:00.007+11:00

Here it is, the obligatory birthday blog post.

I'm turning 20. Big deal. I'm leaving my teenage years behind. Big deal. I feel emo about that. Big deal.

No, actually, it is a fucking big deal okay.

Time just keeps ticking away, unstoppable and dismissive of calls to "SLOW DOWN and RELAX"! Gosh, time, won't you give me a breather? I'm so tired, so exhausted, trying to keep up with your unrelenting pace. And what's worse is, each year, I get older, slower physically and mentally, closer to a future of osteoporosis, cancer, wheelchairs, dentures and pacemakers, making it harder and harder for me to ever catch up to you. With every birthday, I feel like I'm being sucked into this messy vortex of confusion, frustration, anger, hopelessness and depression. If this is what it's like being an adult, I rather remain a child forever.

I am indeed a classic case of Peter Pan Syndrome, aren't I? But wouldn't it be great to have Hiro Nakamura's superpower? To stop time as you wish, travel through time and space, correct your mistakes and make amends, relive happy moments again and again, skip past the bad patches, get a second chance at life? I'll definitely not hesitate to relive my life again and fix all the wrongs. And that's why I don't understand people who say they won't change a thing in their lives if they were given a chance to. Maybe their world was just perfect at that time and they had no complaints at that time. But if you'd ask them that question when things weren't fine and dandy, I bet their answer would have been very different.

Maybe there will be an eclipse tomorrow and we'll all become heroes or villains, whichever floats your boat. That'll be beyond awesome. Unless, if you get a stupid and totally useless power of course. That'll be beyond sucky.

Seriously though, I'd like to thank my wonderful girls: Chingythingy, Yilinity, Racy Ruixi, Avril, Xiu Ling and Sue-mae for taking me to some obscure little restaurant for the best Thai food, for the Cristiano Ronaldo poster (loves loves loves) and especially, the PCD trio for baking those delectable muffins/cakes. Thanks girls, to quote Kelly Clarkson, my life would suck without you. I love you girls. =)

Hence begun my last hour as a teenager. RAD-ing. FUN!

I'd tell you the end of that story, but I think you know it by heart

2009-03-08T20:14:00.003+11:00

It's been two weeks since I came back to Melbourne. And honestly, I am not feeling it.

Although O-week was awesome; the barn dance especially rocked; a great movie "Milk" was watched, yum cha and dinner sessions with my fantastic Melb buddies and also, much-missed old classmates were delicious, I think I'm a bit homesick.

Homesick for my family. Homesick for my dog. Homesick for my room. Homesick for efficient maid service (Hey! Cooking, cleaning and laundry are tough jobs when you have very limited time k?). Homesick for Malaysian food (And home-cooked meals). Homesick for that sizable stack of books I never got the time to finish. Heck, I even miss the hot, humid weather of my lovely tropical Malaysia.

Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby, when did Melbourne become such a tiresome burden and chore to return to?

No, I'm not doing the whole emo, whiny brat thing this year. I refuse to. Think happy thought. HAPPY THOUGHTS!!! POSITIVE THINKING!!! OGLE AT HOT GUYS!!!

Please never become gay, Toma-chan~! =)

I'm not a princess; this ain't a fairytale

2009-02-11T21:03:00.002+11:00

Guy: "All I want is you. Do you love me?"
Girl: "...yea..."
Guy: "Will you give me another chance?"
Girl: "No."
Guy: PAWNED.

Stoner Kid

Happy Chinese New Year

2009-01-24T17:26:00.003+11:00

Parody of "Qian Li Zhi Wai". Damn long ago ler. But still puts a smile on my face. It's like I hate this dude for making fun of my "beloved" Jay Chou but at the same time, I can't help but admire the fact that he can speak the indiscernible Jay lingo.

2 reports down. 1 to go. Will someone save me please?

I bet you hate yours too

2008-12-24T00:02:00.003+11:00

My New Year's resolution this year, apart from the usual normal responses of chionging harder than the nerdiest geek in the entire universe; to lead a healthier lifestyle and thus lose a million pounds; to pick up some obscure, awe-inspiring skill no one has (like memorizing the names, birth dates and some miscellaneous random facts of my favourite Korean boy and girl band members), is to stop being such a whiny emo bitch from hell.

Having said that, since coming back to Malaysia, there have been and will be a ginourmous amount of shitty things I've been dying to complain about but I promised myself no matter how much a disaster this summer hols were, I would not complain because I've been wanting and wishing the entire semester that I could just go home. So I shan't. I'll just emo in my heart. TEEHEE.

I'm beginning to dread all the Chrismases of my life. There are many things I'd love to say about why I'm beginning to hate Christmas with such a passion. But again, I'm not allowed to complain so I'll just store up all my intense loathing and disgust and frustration.

Okay, writing this is making me even madder. So goodbye blog and fucking slow Malaysian broadband, I'm gonna go hide in a corner and cry pathetically about the unfairness of it all.

No More Magic Sticks for Rain

2008-11-26T12:39:00.007+11:00

Read this and laugh: clickme

"My magic stick is spinning inside your quivering body." ROFLMAO!!!

ANYWAYS... will be off to Shepparton on Friday for my next farm work experience thingy at a dairy farm. And I also have my driving test on the day I leave the city. Absolutely brilliant me.

And Jamie from One Tree Hill is sooooo darn adorable! I want a cute little boy just like that when I grow up! HAHAHA. But that means I have to marry an Ang Moh for my child to look remotely caucasian, which also means my parents will disown me. Aw man, why is life so difficult?

choo choo shoe

2008-11-12T17:50:00.002+11:00

Surprisingly, I seem to blog more often during the exam period. But I usually only blog when it's emo time. So then it's not really that much of a shocker.

So far all my papers have been disastrous. I didn't finish an essay for AHMW. And anatomy was just... I don't even know what to say about it. I'm so damn disgusted at myself right now. Thanks for freaking freezing on me during all the embryology and histology parts, brain.

Fucked up. Screwed up. Bang. Kaput. You're dead.

All I need is a pass. I don't even care about doing well anymore at this point. I thought I could scrape a H1 for AHMW seeing as I got a 79 which is just 1 point away from H1 last semester. But that's gone for sure. And anatomy anatomy ANATOMY... gosh, it's like even if I study harder, it's useless and pointless, so why even bother???

Kill me now. Or better yet, so no one goes to jail, why don't I just drop dead now?

I hate myself. I really do.

Even stupid Charlie the Unicorn the second saga failed to amuse me.

A dedication

2008-11-10T19:29:00.005+11:00

To my brother,

Happy early 17th Birthday, my one and only sibling, my flesh and blood, my bone marrow and kidney donor if I ever need one, my giver of crack advice, my confidante.

Back in the old days, we used to fight and squabble so often and so ferociously, I hated your guts with a passion. Then puberty and the terrible teen years struck. And together, via mutual symbiosis, our forces united to rebel against the wrath and displeasure of the parental unit.

Nowadays, disregarding the rare times you still do drive me up the wall, I've learnt the fun, joy and laughter that comes with loving and understanding a Yong Keenen.

You're another year closer to the legal drinking age, to adulthood and to death, but to me, you're always going to be my baby brother. ^^

So, best of luck with your SPM and I hope you have a great day despite the fact 11/11/08 marked the beginning of your major potentially life-changing exams.

Love,
The sister you're stuck with forever. XD

Exams are a girl's worst enemy

2008-11-04T10:26:00.003+11:00

Turns out the huge lump behind my left ear is a cyst that requires surgery to remove. o.0

SCARY!!! T_T

But but but!!! A plastic surgeon is going to be doing the hacking and sawing!!! =)

So, maybe I should get my face zhng-ed too. =O

Double eye-lids - to look more Caucasian, as the High and Mighty (omg, she's a woman of COLOR somemore!) Tyra Banks claims.

Nose job - to fix a deviated septum, so goes the celebrity excuse (coughashleytisdalecough).

Botox injections - to obtain, on the road of beauty and perfection, fatter (thus, more kissable?) lips and a stiffer, expressionless (but wrinkle-and-line-free) forehead?

Liposuction - I really need this.

Breast and butt implants - to achieve womanly curves like no other! And some claim, female empowerment for the less well-endowed. Oh, and more support for boob tops.

Forehead implants - HAHA. Dawn Yang anyone?

OMG. I just realized if people google plastic surgery and Dawn Yang, they might potentially end up on my blog. teehee. SO DAMN PERASAN ME!!! *shy shy*

Go STUDY la! Shoo Shoo!

October 31st

2008-11-01T00:11:00.003+11:00

It's the last day of Semester 2 2008. It's the last day of my first year in Veterinary Science. It's the last day of my second year in Melbourne University.

It's the end of everything... but the beginning of something new? HAHA... SO PROFOUND ME!

ARGH!!! I hope the nasty growth on my ear goes away... Shoo shoo... I don't want nor need you in my life!!! Please be nice and go bother an amoeba or whatever, maybe some organism that would love to phagocytosize you...!!!

Anyways... I wish all of you :-

Happy Halloween!!!

Happy SWOT VAC-ing!!!

And... all the best in the exams!

XOXO,
(not gossip girl) Gezz.

Random Post

2008-10-24T22:01:00.003+11:00

HAHA... my windows live messenger contact list looks so damn funny right now. However, I can't seem to print screen it... if I could... I would... and then totally upload the image here... anyways... since I can't... let me just tell you about it...

Jessica's pm is "I don't want to study! I don't want! I don't want!"
Jo En's pm is "STUDY STUDY STUDY!"

One on top of the other... HOW COOL IS THAT?!

...

You know your brain is fried when tiny things like these amuse you. =P

Okay... back to work... physio test arghness physio test!!!

P.S "MSN messenger... bringing people closer together!" Wait... isn't that Nokia's motto? Oh wait... Nokia's one is "Connecting People"... I can't believe I just googled that... this is how much I don't wanna be studying... =(

I JUST WANNA BE FREEEEEEEEEE~!!!

Metro Station Live in Melbourne

2008-10-06T00:26:00.003+11:00

The Metro Station 18+ (evening show) was held at HiFi Bar and Ballroom. We were ID-ed. Our bags were checked. Alcohol was served. And the opening band, Missing Hours, were hella awesome. So was Metro Station!!!

I've never seen so much energetic jumping on stage in my life. And their renditions of Kelsey and Shake It rocked. I am ashamed to say those two were pretty much the only song names I knew. As in, I am familiar with all their tunes but I just didn't know the lyrics or the song names. But it was a good concert for a relatively novice band anyways. They need to improve singing live, but Panic and MCR were pretty shitty live when they first started out too. So, with time, like good vintage wine, Metro Station will definitely improve with age...

Spring break has ended. Uni aka workstressworkstress starts today. Daylight savings made me lose an hour of my existence on Earth. I so am not looking forward to Dookie. =( And life just stretches endlessly ahead, going on and on and on...

Okay, I'm rambling. And I have a digestive prac to read. So till later, ciao bloggy bloggy!

The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know

2008-09-27T09:30:00.003+10:00

Yiruma - Kiss The Rain

This melody has completely captivated my heart. It's so heart-wrenching yet so beautifully tranquil. Sigh...

Anyways, don't you find the similarities striking? HAHA!

The Beetles vs Death Note cosplayers

Mt Buller Snowboarding Trip

2008-09-25T15:51:00.002+10:00

The weather was freaky with heavy rain and mist one day then snow and sunshine on another. The snowboarding was freaking hard but we pulled it off somehow. The company was good fun and pure undiluted lameness (no wonder they're related).

Truth be told, after the first day of constant falling all over the slopes, crashing downhill and basically making a fool out of myself, I wanted to slink away from there as far as possible and just melt into a puddle of humiliation and shame. But somehow, I've survived to be able to do semi-decent "falling leaves" and S-turns. Yay me.

Anyways, it was an awesome trip and I hope I'll be able to go snowboarding again (maybe in Hokkaido?). Oh, and everybody should watch Wall-E. DAMN CUTE CAN!!!

Wicked!

2008-09-13T18:17:00.005+10:00

Went to watch Wicked! with Sue-Mae today at Collins Street. It was FANTABULOUS!!! =) Lazy to elaborate, but suffice to say it was well worth every dollar spent on those tickets.

I think she's hot, don't you?

P.S. September 11 has passed. And I did not even realize. Does that make me self-absorbed?

Fashion Law: If the shoe fits, it's ugly.

2008-09-08T22:23:00.004+10:00

"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating... ...and you finish off as an orgasm."

I couldn't agree more.

Shippu Konoha Gakuen Den

2008-08-28T21:31:00.002+10:00

[AU] Naruto characters in high school? Orochimaruko?!!! Sakura... and... GUM?!!! Ino the Akatsuki fangirl?!!! Blatant SasuNaru pairing?!!! Gaara, a geek?!!! ROFLMAO!!!

STOP YOUTUBBING, GEZZEL!!! ARGHHHHH!!! 'Tis bad for health yeah...

Panic! @ the Disco Live in Melbourne

2008-08-24T00:08:00.003+10:00

I think I've gone deaf... my throat hurts... and... I'm pretty sure the leg muscles will ache tomorrow. Why, you ask? Because of the freaking awesome Panic at the Disco concert, that's why!

So, I wanted to blog about the rocking and roaring concert whilst still HIGH like a bird soaring in the SKY! (I swear, I'm not drunk or stoned!) Please just bear with my incoherent typing.

Yi Lin and Yi Ching (the 2 Yis... HAHA) came over to my place around 3.30pm because they were bored -__-''' and soon after, we left to grab some healthy Subway =) and some unhealthy McDonald's =( Guess who chose what? ...no prizes for guessing which one I opted for... =P Then, we trammed down to Rod Laver Arena (where the Australian Open is held annually and where the Maroon 5 concert I attended was at too) and awaited the arrival of Lucy (LOL) Woo Rui Xi.

Anyways, we rushed up the stairs after the gates opened, took a picture with some random dude (I forgot his name, but he is, apparently, according to Yi Lin, the cameraman for TAI TV), got our tickets exchanged for wrist bands and headed over to gate 5. And it was another oddly punctual concert with the opening acts starting the show at 7pm. The opening acts that performed included Black and White, followed by Cobra Starship and then The Academy Is...

I didn't really know who Black and White was... so can't really comment about them. On the other hand, Cobra Starship and The Academy Is... did a splendid job! They sounded surprisingly good live! Highlights were definitely when TAI played Everything We Had and when Cobra Starship played their Paparazzi song and Snakes on the Plane (Bring It). However, the majority of the time the opening acts were jamming on stage, the 4 of us spent struggling to survive being pushed around by the crazy moshers who kept scrambling to get as near as the stage as humanly possible. At that time, I thought if the entire concert was going to consist of being pushed around, unable to even enjoy any of the music, I might as well go home. Nahbei... we were bloody close at first to the stage (front and centre!) but were steadily being pushed towards the back... I don't know how but we persevered (good job, girls!). Although it was kinda fun (heh, me is sadistic) swaying wherever the crowd decided to push... during the intermission before Panic played, we moved to the back of the mosh pit, and what the hell?! WE COULD FUCKING SEE BETTER AT THE BACK AND NO ONE WAS TRYING TO TRAMPLE ON OUR SHOES! So, there we stood for Panic's performance.

I loved loved loved their live renditions of I Write Sins Not Tragedies and Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off because the crowd got really into it and it was fun to scream like mad women and jump like kangaroos on speed during those songs. Their songs are just so dance-able!!! Oh my god, I swear, if clubbing was rock music and not that R&B crap, I would go every week (even though I hate dancing, I'd dance to their music). I also enjoyed the part where we were asked by the band to flash (sounds wrong, but lazy to think of replacement word) our cellphones and glow sticks and wave them around in the dark stadium. Funny thing happened when I was taking a picture of the pretty lights, the guy beside me assumed I was taking a picture of him and he grinned, whipping out his camera and taking a picture of me... -__-''' but he was quite cute so okaylar... take as many as you want! =)

Yi Lin and I, the rabid fangirls that we were, went to purchase some concert merchandise after the concert ended at about 10.30pm... and I got myself a key chain, a lanyard and a pretty jacket (Ching says Gezzel is a lucky bitch because that was the very last jacket and the size was XS, so perfect for me lar! HAHA!!! I ADMIT ME IS LUCKY BITCH!).

As we walked to the tram stop, we noticed a crowd gathering around the railing above the carpark and soon realized from the yelling that the band was going to be exiting from there. So we waited. And waited. And waited. And FINALLY! Patd came out! And we waved and screamed and waved some more. And then they left. And then we also left... some girls siao already, so they chased after the van the band was in and they actually managed to catch up to the van as it rounded the corner into a red light. I bet the band thought, OMGWTFBBQ, leave us alone already! STOP STALKING US!!! But sorry, that's part and parcel of being cute guys in a hot band!

To sum it all up, here I am, it's the wee hours of Sunday morning, stinking like a pig but too lazy to go bathe (and it's so freaking cold also), typing this entry, still a bit high and wishing I could skip work.

AHHHHH!!! COBRA STARSHIP AND TAI ROCKED MY SOCKS! BUT PANIC STOLE THE SHOW AND ROCKED MY WORLD SO I LOVE THEM ETERNALLY! =) But don't worry, MCR, you'll always be number 1 okay?

About Time I Updated

2008-08-20T11:12:00.002+10:00

... not like anyone reads this but yeah, I felt I should rescue my blog from the realms of dusty abandonment.

This story begins shortly after the narrow escape of our "beloved" heroine from the evil clutches of several scheming-for-world-domination-by-being-adorable-and-fluffy cows and alpacas who held her hostage and hypnotized by their cuteness. Unfortunately, after breaking free, almost as soon as she started savoring that cherished taste of freedom, the alarm rang, signaling the beginning of Melbourne University's semester 2.

Doom, depression and disaster awaited behind the seemingly innocent doors that lead into the VRI lecture theater where many a vet student had cried tears of boredom and frustration; perspired buckets of confusion and non-comprehension; and on rare occasions, during the presentation of particularly nasty topics, with their brains struggling to cope and finally, unable to endure a second longer, ran out into the hallway, screaming, "I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!".

So far, the unlikely heroine has had to dissect the hindlimb of a dog and the respiratory tract of a horse; throw sticks around a paddock to measure grass length for some animal nutrition calculations; appraise the height and width of some horses; examine various horse feeds and taste(!) them; get really high on alcohol and/or stoned on drugs in order to see what the book says we are supposed to see in histological slides under the microscope; sit through endless hours of professors droning away and agglutinate dog blood. Yay her. She also gets more assignments this sem!

Of course, all work and no play makes a Gezzel sad and pathetic... so on a happier note, her social calender was not as empty and nerdy as last semester's. She met up with her favourite girls in the whole wide world for yumcha; watched a dance production of Edward Scissorhands and with her partner-in-most-of-her-crimes, went shopping and had dinner at Koko's at Crown. The social forecast for the upcoming weekends predict a vet students gone wild party this Friday; a rocking and roaring Panic! at the Disco concert on Saturday; watching the musical Wicked! and studying for a Biochem test T_T

Anyways, I really advise our lazy heroine to start bucking up and stop procrastinating by blogging in unfathomable gibberish and start doing some academic work. Thus, our long-winded story ends here.

The End.

I kissed a girl and I liked it... the scent of her grass breath still stinks...

DeathSponge NotePants

2008-08-02T10:39:00.001+10:00

What happens when Spongebob picks up the Death Note? *GASP*

["Are you ready to die, kids?"
"Aye aye, shinigami!"
"I can't hear you!"
"Aye aye, shinigami!"
"Ooooohhhh..."
Who has a notebook you can write in to kill?
"DEATHSPONGE NOTEPANTS"!
Who murders the whales,starfish,n the krill?
"DEATHSPONGE NOTEPANTS"!
If murder and mayhem be something you wish...
"DEATHSPONGE NOTEPANTS"!!
Put down a name; you'll have one DEAD FISH!
"DEATHSPONGE NOTEPANTS"!!!]

BACK! (when i rather be gone)

2008-07-24T17:26:00.002+10:00

Safe and sound. All in one piece. I can't believe I made it through 3 weeks of farm work/experience. Ah, good fun, good fun. Great days they were. I'd do it again. Even though I hated the idea of it in the beginning.

I miss cute teensy-weensy Viviana, the pretty-boy Inca's Pride and all the little and big alpacas, even the squealing preggy one. I miss Olay, the lame one, Crazy, the crazy one, Billy, the boisterous one and even the grumpy mummy cows that go MOO-MOO whenever we walk into the pen.

Anyways, school begins on Monday. Not looking forward to it but quoting Yi Lin, "such is life". And so be it.

I crave the McAsia wrap. Anybody tried it and liked it yet?

Adorkably Yours

2008-07-09T14:52:00.002+10:00

The Square Root of 3 by Dave Feinberg
(Stolen from the movie Harold and Kumar 2: Escape from Guantanamo Bay)

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

Haha! Such a geekaliciously cheesy love poem. But I'd fall for it, being kinda Asian nerdish myself.

Sigh... Going off to another farm tomorrow. Quite unexcited. More sien-ed. Then results will be announced on Friday. Super anxious. Please, that I pass everything. pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease but who should i plead to anyways? Okay... stop being a pussy and go do your report, Ms. Yong!

My 100th Post

2008-06-17T11:52:00.001+10:00

It's my hundredth post and I'm celebrating it by selfish rantings and emo complaints until you scream that you can't take it/me anymore. But hey! Ain't this what my blog's all about anyways? Selfish rantings and emo complaints? Remember in Trinity when everyone told me to start a blog because of all the dumb-witted, childishly comedic stuff I used to spew out on a daily basis and how the blog would be super funny to read? Well, I guess your predictions were wrong eh?

So just don't read if you're fed-up with me always whining on my blog all the time. "She's so much better off than all those poor starving kids in Africa, why does she emo so much?" Well, CAUSE I FUCKING LOVE IT OKAY?! At least I'm not whining to you.

My handphone's stupid motherboard is fried. Dead. Kaput. So bye Nokia N70! Thanks for ruining my day! Thanks for dying on me NOW of all fucking times!

I think I seriously screwed up Physiology, as in, can't even pass that type of screw-up. You might not believe me seeing as I've been studying a lot harder this year but the bad feeling I had after that paper has still not gone away and my gut feelings are usually superbly accurate when it comes to bad things happening to me. I'm such a fucktard.

Don't get me wrong. I love love love my mum and aunty and that they're here. But I feel so so so so so suffocated. Especially when my dad calls to check up on mum. He calls at least, AT LEAST 3 fucking times a day and this morning, I just left the phone ringing all 5 times he called cause I really couldn't be bothered to talk about nothing with him anymore. Seriously. So I've come to the conclusion that I really am a hikkikomori/crazy loner chick after all. I do hate too much human contact and socialization.

And guess what? In addition to my handphone, looks like my laptop is gonna die of last-stage cancer or something soon. The motherboard's probably fried seeing as how it can't recharge itself without the printer USB cable connected (happened last year too and the diagnosis was a diseased motherboard so... chances are, it's the motherboard again!) and the screen randomly blacks-out or flickers strangely whenever a video is playing. I blame Vaio for being so pretty that I'd still choose a problematic Vaio over a dependable Dell if, big fat IF, given a chance to buy a new laptop. Actually no, I should totally go back to HP. Gave me the least heartache and headaches.

And I have more to emo about but writing about those things might raise a few eyebrows and I just might end up having to see a shrink (Seriously?! Like talking about my childhood is going to sort out my mental and psychological health or fix my fucked-up life), take anti-depressants (ooo, yummy!) or go for daily electric shock therapy sessions (And experience blissful periods of nothing or lose my memory? Hell, why not?). But seeing a shrink terrifies me so I'd just stop right here.

Have a better day than mine.

A blog post that is not a meme!

2008-06-07T00:01:00.004+10:00

I can tell you when YUI's birthday is.

I can name all the members of Super Junior (somebody, congratulate me!) and even inform you about their heights and blood types.

I can list out Jay Chou's entire discography and on some albums, scrawl out the track list.

I make it my business to know the latest developments in numerous TV series (English shows like House, Grey's Anatomy, Heroes, Ugly Betty, Desperate Housewives etc. and Japanese dramas like Zettai Kareshi and Gokusen 3)

I can name all the previous winners and runner-ups of all 10 cycles in ANTM.

I can probably point out most countries on the world map.

I can say "I love you", "thank you" and "sorry" in at least 5 different languages.

I am a wise old woman when it comes to these type of trivia.

So, if there were exams that tested our knowledge on all things superficial and unimportant and irrelevant to our lives, I'd probably ace it with flying rainbow colours. Heck, they'd award me a Noble Prize in Useless Information.

Sadly, we don't get easy-peasy papers like that. Instead, we are forced to stuff our miniscule (okay, maybe just mine) minds with Anatomy, Physiology and Biochemistry. My brain refuses to cooperate and be force-fed knowledge any longer and is staging a protest, hence me typing away on my keyboard, updating this blog.

*sigh* I'd probably be one of those many, many pathetic T Cells that get flushed down the road to apoptosis during thymic education since I know nuts about anything at all.

Okay, cheer up, emo kid. Tomorrow will be a better day!

...Yeah fucking right...

See? Even this puppy looks sien-ed and pissed off.

Blog Meme #4

2008-05-31T11:53:00.002+10:00

I got tagged by Wei Shiarn!

1.Real name - Yong Gezzel.
2.Nickname - Kaikai, Zipper, Gezziebooboo (Sue-Mae, WHY?!) and a whole lot more.
3.Married - Not yet.
4.Male or Female - Female.
5.Highschool - CHS.
6.College - Trinity College.
7.Short or long hair - Long straight hair.
8.Are you a health freak - Hah! I wish. But no.
9.Height - 160cm.
10.Do you have a crush on someone - No.
11.Do you like yourself - Maybe yes, maybe no.
12.Piercings - One on each ear. Eyebrow rings and lip piercings are damn sexy though!
13.Righty or Lefty - Righty.

FIRST'S

14. First surgery - Never had surgery.
15. First piercing(s) - On my ears.
16. First person you see in the morning - Currently, my mum. Yelling at me to drag my lazy ass out of bed.
17. First award - In standard one, I was number 2 in the grade and got a nice shiny silver trophy.
18. First sport you joined - Swimming. Started lessons around the age of 5.
19. First pet - Do fish count? I had tortoises too. But they all died. =(
20. First vacation - The earliest memory I have of a vacation is when my family went to Langkawi and we played in the sand and the sea and that was the first time I ever sat on a plane I think. And if I'm not mistaken, it was also the first and last time we ever got upgraded to first class.
21. First concert - Jay Chou. 2003? Can't remember...

CURRENTLY

23. Eating - Lunch soon!
24. Drinking - Nothing. My lips are all chapped. And faded. No need to call my Aunt Marie, I have no aunt by such name. =P
25. I'm about to - Eat and then study.

YOUR FUTURE

26. Want kids - Yeah, guess so. 2 kids. One boy one girl.
27. Want to get married - Yeah, guess so.
28. Careers in mind - Veterinarian.

WHICH ONE IS BETTER

29. Lips or eyes - Intense eyes and pierced lips.
30. Hugs or kisses - XOXO, gossip girl.
31. Shorter or taller - Taller. I wanna be taller!!!
32. Romantic or spontaneous - Depends.
33. Sensitive or loud - Loud AND sensitive? Loud when the occasion requires it and sensitive when it's time to be sensitive.
34. Trouble maker or hesitant - Trouble maker.

HAVE YOU EVER

35. Kissed a stranger - No.
36. Drank bubbles - Soft drinks have tons of gas. So yeah.
37. Lost glasses/contacts - I've broken many a pair of spectacles, lost a pair of shades, accidentally pressed too hard on my right contact lens and it broke, and essentially flushed my left contact down the drain while washing it before.
38. Ran away from home - Never got the guts to do that.
39. Liked someone younger - Yeah, my cute adorable cousins.
40. Liked someone older - I think so yeah. When I was in Malaysia, I was younger than most of my peers anyways.
41. Broken someone's heart - Probably never.
42. Been arrested - Nope.
43. Cried when someone died - Yes.
44. Liked a friend - A long long time ago.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

45. Yourself - Not really.
46. Miracles - No.
47. Heaven - No.
48. Santa clause - No.
49. Angels - Literal angels no. People who are there when you need them the most kinda angels yes.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY ~*

50. Is there one person you want to be with right now - No.
51. Do you believe in God - Not really.
52. Tag 5 people - Anyone who wants to actually take time off studying and do it. But I doubt anyone would. So. Yeah.

Bye~

Reading

2008-05-30T00:14:00.007+10:00

So I spent the last 3-4 hours ranting and bawling my eyes out over Guiyeoni's To My Boyfriend.

For the uninformed, Guiyeoni is an Internet novelist from Korea. Some of her works including Temptation of the Wolves and He Was Cool have been made into movies. I highly recommend checking them out. Blissful mix of comedy, tragedy and romance, which means fun for one and all!

The piece of fiction I read, To My Boyfriend, was translated from Korean to English so the language and grammar was not fantastic. But... it was really too nice to just stop reading... In my humble opinion, the storyline would have been less choppy and could have flowed so much better if the author structured and fleshed it out more but she ultimately managed to achieve her goal of touching the readers' hearts. It was really sweet and romantic! ^_^

*happy thoughts*

Reading always makes me feel so satisfied and smiley. It's like eating a box of Godiva chocolates but without the guilt trip. I wish I had all the time in the world to just read and read and read till my eyes fall out. Ahhh... that'll be heavenly!

Why do I keep getting spam comments~?! But it means people are actually reading this crappy blog right?! =P

Nonsense Post

2008-05-25T21:07:00.004+10:00

I wanna go shopping!!! T__T

I wanna eat chuuros(sp?)!!! o.0

I wanna meet a hot guy and fall in love!!! -___-'''

I wanna have my holidays now!!! =D

but not necessarily in that order! ^^

... please... ?

Anyways... just felt like uploading this picture here for no particular reason other than to amuse and entertain myself whenever I log into my most likely but not definitely going on hiatus blog (that is, if I can even stay away from the internet during SWOT VAC).

Cosplay #2

2008-05-16T22:46:00.004+10:00

Cosplay FTW~!

Blog Meme #3

2008-05-16T22:01:00.004+10:00

1. If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?
Taking a leaf out of the most macabre and gruesome horror movies, I would torture him so slowly and so painfully that he beg for death or kills himself just to end it all.

2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
Hmmm... Yi Lin's got a point... sleep-dreams or aspiration-dreams?

3. Are you confused on what lies ahead of you?
Yeah, like duh...

4. What is your ideal lover like?
This question reminds me of Zettai Kareshi. It'll be nice if he loves me more than I love him.

5. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?
Being loved by someone.

6. If the person you like does not accept you, will you wait until his/her feelings change?
Maybe yes, maybe no. Depends on how deep my feelings are and how hot the person is. HAHA.

7. If the person you like is already attached, what would you do?
Stay away and forget him, I guess.

8. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?
Everything and anything makes me unhappy nowadays. I haven't been truly happy in a long, long, long, long, long time.

9. What do you want the most in life?
To be rid of it already.

10. Is being tagged fun?
Sure! I like doing fun blog memes! Everyone should tag me! Pick me! Pick ME!

11. If you find out that your best friend is going out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, how would you react?
God, can't imagine a best friend who would do that to their best friend. I mean, come on, it's one of the fundamental rules of feminism: don't date your friends' bf/ex-bf!

12. Who is the most important person to you?
Me, myself and I!

13. What kind of person do you think you are?
Majorly OCD-ed control freak who is overly emo and dramatic all the time.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
Single and rich. Then imma buy myself a gigolo! LOL.

15. If the person you like cannot recognize you, what would you do/how would you react?
I don't really mind cause I'm really bad with names and faces myself.

16. Would you give your all in a relationship?
No. Unless we're getting married. Why risk yourself all that hurt when you get dumped?

17. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?
Sa... Guess I'll pick the hotter one.

18. What kind of friends do you like?
Good sense of humour to put up with my extreme lameness, people who speak their mind and not just say things in order to please everyone and trustworthy, dependable people you know will be there for you no matter what.

19. If you played a prank on someone, and he/she fell for the trick, what would you do?
Laugh and celebrate the fact I actually succeeded!

20. If your mum bought you a car, what would you say?
Thanks! But I really wanted it in pink. =P

Random Thought

2008-05-11T16:20:00.003+10:00

Weird and totally inappropriate observation of the day:

Girls worry about the size of their breasts while guys worry about the size of their penises.

Blog Meme #2

2008-05-10T18:54:00.002+10:00

Five random questions time!

What is one item that you own that you really should throw away … but probably never will?
My adorable, super cute and huggable bolster, Purpely! Yes... she has a name... and yes, she is a female... WHAT?! Don't give me the "gosh, you're weird!" stare... I'm sure you've all had at one point in your lives something you were unexplainably (is that even a word?) attached to... like a smelly blanket or a stuffed toy or something!

Which is worse, being in a place that is too loud, or too quiet?
I'd much rather prefer to be in a too quiet place, thank you very much. At least I can listen to my iPod in peace right? =)

How many pairs of shoes do you own right now?
OKAY... good question... hmmm... I'll just count the ones I have in Melbourne with me... 1 Reebok tennis shoes, 1 Adidas netball shoes, 1 Skechers, 1 steel-capped boots for farm work, 1 horse-riding boots, 1 ankle boots, 2 ballet flats, 2 heels, 6 Converses, 1 unknown-brand sneakers purchased in Taiwan, 1 Giselle sandals and 6 pairs of slippers (of which I only ever wear that one pair).

Did you ever own a Rubik’s Cube? If so, were you ever able to solve it on your own?
A long long time ago, in a land far far away, I used to own a Rubik's Cube which has since disappeared God-knows-where. I don't think I ever solved it. I just kept messing it up more and more, twisting it this way and that until it got unsolvable. Well, to me at least.

The photo that makes you smile every time you see it?

Cosplay #1

2008-05-05T22:34:00.007+10:00

You know all your creative juices have been sucked dry when you contemplate blogging about... your period, its unseasonable arrival and its many inconveniences.

Anyways! Topic of choice this time around! Cosplayers! I like! =) Similiar right?! Feel like blogging in Malay... shall do that next post then! Off to do my anatomy prac reading... =(

Blog Meme #1

2008-04-17T20:05:00.006+10:00

Got bored of epithelial and muscular tissues and stressing over farm work or rather, lack thereof... so I decided to do something I was not even tagged to do~

1. Do you know the way to heaven?

I don't particularly believe in the idea of an afterlife anymore. I think when we die, we just cease to live. Out heart stops beating, our brain stops working, our gastrointestinal tract stops all the peristalsis nonsense and we disintegrate. Ashes to ashes. The end. Some people think our bodies are dead, but our souls, upon death, would either be blessed with an eternity of bliss in heaven or doomed to the fiery depths of hell? I beg to differ. There is no soul. Everything about us, our entire existence on earth is erased after death. Nothing remains. Except maybe the tiny fragments of precious memories your family and friends have of you.

2. What is your dream career?

Well, right now, I'm studying to be a veterinarian. So I guess, my mapped out career involves becoming a competent, capable vet surgeon. HOWEVER! If I were a prodigy of some sort who possessed incredible musical talent in abundance, I would have liked to be a musician. An extremely skillful pianist, the likes of which the world has yet to see, and maybe later in life, when I get tired of the classical music scene, I'll join a famous rock band. Being a journalist/writer would be nice too. But... yeah right.

3. If you were granted an ability, what will it be?

Hmmm, like the kinda powers from Heroes? Then... I'd like Hiro Nakamura's ability to bend time and space. So that instead of sitting here in my boringly fastidious Melbourne apartment, typing this entry and avoiding revising my lecture notes, I'd be strolling down 5th Avenue in New York for a shopping spree, wearing the most ravishing Burberry trench coat and Manolo Blahnik caramel suede boots, totting a hand-made Hermes bag, carrying in one hand a deliciously aromatic mocha and in the other, a jewel-encrusted BlackBerry. Or, relaxing and unwinding in a Japanese open-air onsen sipping ocha while enjoying a spectacular view of cherry blossom trees with their pretty pink flowers in full bloom. A more useful ability for me right now though would be to have photographic memory (so that I break no sweat studying for all my upcoming shiteous exams) or a ability that allows me to communicate with animals (so that I'll know what's wrong with them without even having to examine them and in the process, get chewed into bits by vicious, uncooperative dogs, scratched into disfigurement by upset cats or trampled to death by cattle, sheep and horses).

4. Where is the place that you want to go most?

Japan. Duh. New York. Another no brainer. Paris. Ah... the city of love! Milan. Major fashion capital. Oh but I must definitely go visit all the 7 wonders of the world before dying.

5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?

To be able to marry super rich or much rather, I prefer becoming a gazillionaire by my own diligence. Yes, I am a superficial bitch who believes money, wealth and fortune can buy you anything and everything including happiness. And then! I'll get to have my wedding ceremony in a beautiful old Scottish castle and fly all my good friends there (first-class, of course!), as promised to Ms. Rui Xi Woo that fateful night at Ormond College. But as of this moment, my biggest aspiration would be to graduate from my veterinary science course with honors and get a good, reasonable-paying job.

6. What do you like in your other half?

Man... gotta love these questions. So delectably superficial. Erm... physically, tall, slightly but not overly muscular, passable looks, soft hair and kind eyes. Loves football, music and anime/manga as much as me. Playing the sport and a musical instrument would score even more brownie points. Personality-wise, quiet-ish cool type, good sense of humor and gets a bit possessive/jealous over me. Importantly and realistically, it'll be good if he had goals eg. knows what he wants in life and works hard to achieve that.

7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?

My dog, Connor. And interest in even bothering to live life because basically, I suck at living.

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?

Invest it. And after I graduate and can't get a job, at least I have some back-up money. And if I do get a job and land a guy who actually loves me enough to marry me, use the money for afore-mentioned wedding ceremony. =)

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?

I would like to say YES! But, knowing the chicken Gezzel, the answer would be NO!

10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you...

Well, I wasn't tagged to do this... So I'd just list out 3 good points of... technology! One, it brought about the internet. Two, mp3 players. Three, heaters for cold cold nights like these and air-conditioning for hot hot days that have passed (thankfully).

11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?

Isn't this a repeat question? I guess I require unconditional love, honesty and loyalty from him.

12. Which type of person do you hate the most?

I can't hate any "type" of person. Because if I say, fakers, liars or bitches, I'd be hypocritical. Because I was and am and will probably be guilty at some point in my life of being one or the other.

13. What is your ambition?

"To kill a certain man and to resurrect my clan." NAH! I'm no emo Uchiha Sasuke. But seriously, isn't this the same as my dream career?!

14. Confess your sins for today..

I am guilty of succumbing to the sins wrath, gluttony, sloth and envy. Wrath and envy at people who finished the physio prac so bloody early. Gluttony because I just wolfed down half a packet of Tim-Tams and I still want more...! And sloth because here I am blogging when I should be studying.

15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?

Love and acceptance. Money and happiness. My family and my good friends.

16. Are you a shopaholic or not?

Hell yeah. I am, qouting Yi Ching, a shoe slut.

17. State one of your desire.

I desire to go home.

18. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?

I would change everything. I want to know what it's like to be one of those popular, out-going, friendly girls who get along well with everyone and anyone.

19. Whats the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?

I guess it would be the recent Australian news about a father who married his daughter and even had babies with her. No joke. So seriously sick, gross and WRONG.

20. What do you need answers to?

The answers to all my exam/test questions please!

I tag... well, anyone who wants to do this I guess.

Your picture of the day courtesy of cutewithchris:

An emo rant

2008-04-09T22:48:00.003+10:00

whine whine whine. complain complain complain. stress stress stress. emo emo emo. sob sob sob. rant rant rant.

whine some more. complain some more. stress some more. emo some more. sob some more. rant some more.

I hate my life. Life is unfair. Why me?! I wanna die. Kill me please. Stress till hair fall out. I'm such a loser. Blah blah blah.

*whine*bitch*moan*complain*rant*emo*sigh...

kthxbai!

Final Fantasy

2008-04-06T12:35:00.002+10:00

The Prince from FFXIII Versus. Coolest FF male character ever. Million times more yeng than Tidus from FFX and Cloud from FFVII. Why? Cause he can stop bullets! Makes me wanna buy a PS3 just to ogle at his HAWTNESS.

FFXIII Versus Trailer

Maroon 5 Live In Melbourne

2008-03-30T23:29:00.002+11:00

Okay so the first thing I did when I got home was to pee. =) Then blog about this.

Memorable highlights of the night include the opening acts Brandi Carlile and OneRepublic, the songs "Won't Go Home Without You" and "She Will Be Loved", the awesome Adam Levine and the super-out-of-place intermissions.

Talk about charisma! Talk about sexiness! Talk about animal magnetism! Talk about chemistry with the audience! Adam had the crowd eating out of his hands, cheering whenever he uttered something, anything; screaming our heads off when he sang and danced around the stage. I strongly believe in the principle that people should respect a band because of their music and not just judge them based solely on their looks but I doubt Maroon 5 would have made it this big without such a drool-worthy lead singer/front man.

The opening acts were surprisingly good. For a new band, OneRepublic held their own. Their vocalist is particularly groovy in the sense that he sounds pretty good live. No prizes for guessing which song got the most response from the crowd. Yeah, they played "Apologize" sans Timbaland and also, their latest song, "Stop and Stare". According to Sue-mae's friend, Wen Qi (I think...), the girl, Brandi Carlile (I almost typed Carlisle...haha), sang several songs for Grey's Anatomy. I can't recall... but her voice is amazing!!! The opening acts get 3 thumbs-up out of 3.

Brandi kicked off the show around 7.40pm (as stated on the ticket, another weirdly punctual concert). Then there was like an interval. Then OneRepublic played their set. Then another break. So farnee can. I thought intermissions only happened during philharmonic performances or orchestra. *shrugs*

The goodest, betterest, bestest part of the night was during the song "Won't Go Home Without You" when Adam requested for the lights to be dimmed so the stadium was plunged into semi-darkness. Then he asked the concert-goers to whip out their hand phones and wave them about. It was like a million, nay, a trillion stars adorning a inky black night sky, twinkling, sparkling brightly. So beautiful... I will never forget that image as long as I live... It was so darn cool.

The very last song they played tonight was "She Will Be Loved". And it's still stuck in my head. In my personal opinion, it was definitely the best song of the night. I don't know why. Maybe because they played it last, it's being played on loop on my mind right now, but it was a highly appropriate way to end a great night.

My ears are still ringing. It was so damn loud. If you had me describe the concert in one word, it would be "LOUD!". But if you had me describe it in a sentence, it'd be "the start of many concerts to come in Melbourne!".

Yay. I ended the summer holidays with Jay Chou. Now I've ended the Easter break with Maroon 5. Thanks, Maroon 5!

Happy Birthday Gezzel.

2008-03-26T00:16:00.003+11:00

I saw a rainbow yesterday. =)

I bought more jackets yesterday. =O

I forgot to buy my weighing scale. =(

And I turned 19 yesterday. o.0

Thanks everyone!!! Yi Lin, Yi Ching, Rui Xi, Avril, Wen Yi, Wei Yue, Jacq and Xiu Ling for everything! =) And my family for not forgetting it again.

And thanks to one and all who remembered and wished me.

Love and lotsa XOXOs (rare opportunity! seize it!),
Gezzel.

a rose by any other name...?

2008-03-23T11:36:00.001+11:00

What Gezzel Means

You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.

You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.

Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.

You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.

At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience.

You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along.

But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge.

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.

You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.

Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

What do you guys think?

Highway to Hell

2008-03-19T22:04:00.003+11:00

Welcome to hell.

The place you face your worst fears and suffer in agony for eternity. Where you wish you were dead. And realize. Wait... you're already dead. And you've ended up in hell. Sad. And slightly pathetic.

At this point... emo Gezzel would write... "I wish I were dead." but emo Gezzel's not in right now. Instead, angsty Gezzel has several ants in her pants she'd very very much like to bug-aerosol. So she would like to take this opportunity to voice her complaints on several topics.

Firstly, the super serious issue of the highly-likely possibility that her laptop has been infected by crazy viruses with single-track minds determined on destroying her life, her soul, the love of her life. Cartoon images of cute little pathogens and bacteria resplendent in all their devil suit glory carrying mini, hotel-shampoo-bottle-sized cans of neon-coloured spray paint, smearing the innards of her precious electronic device with shoddy artwork in the form of amateurish graffiti, much like those splattered on innocent walls along the streets of KL, streak across her mind. A truly horrifying nightmare.

Secondly, the fact that Connor is sick, barfing all over the place and yet, no one has seen it fit to bring him to the veterinarian or to even just inform his provider of doggie treats about it. Maybe they think oh! she's in such a faraway land, she doesn't need to know, has no right to know. Maybe they think oh! she's totally stressed out from school, we don't need to provoke a psychological break-down, or a trip down depression lane. Maybe they think oh! she's getting on with her years, best not to instigate her with bad news, and induce an aneurysm or worse, a full-blown heart attack. Maybe they think oh! she's studying veterinary science right? so she'd be able to diagnose him and do all those amazing doctor stuff and make him all better again. YEAH, IN FOUR FREAKING YEARS TIME! So, in the meantime, you people are just going to stand by and watch him puke his guts out? Does it make you feel relieved, happy even, that in the event that he dies, you'll finally be free to take the holiday you so wanted but could not go on because then, who'd take care of the dog? Do you think I wouldn't cry if I heard it from the least likely source, the one who's apathetic about everything and especially disinterested in the family pet?

Thirdly, she wishes truly, madly, deeply, from the bottom of her heart that broken-down humans can be fixed. Just pressing a reboot button, ctrl-alt-del-ing or professional tweaking by some skilled mechanic.

Fourthly, she just wants more...? Sleep? Love? Out of life?

kthxbai~

Till next time, feast your eyes on the gorgeousness that is Mitch Hewer.

Youtube De-emofies Sad People

2008-03-10T21:01:00.001+11:00

Funny Acoustic Cover Version of Soulja Boy's "Crank Dat" by JawKneeYeah.

Personality Tests Are Addictive!

2008-03-05T21:17:00.001+11:00

2 posts in a day?! Lucky *non-existent* readers you! (=

Get to know yourself better

Your view on yourself:
Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.

The seriousness of your love:
You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?

Your views on education
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you:
You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.

How do you view success:
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.

What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.

Who is your true self:
You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.

Fear

2008-03-05T12:11:00.002+11:00

I fear for a lot of things. I'm afraid I'm the worst student, the laziest, the stupidest, in my vet course and that I'll probably flunk everything and end up the failure and disgrace of my family, and not the perfect daughter everyone perceives me to be. I'm afraid my parents might one day get into one of their crazy fights and become so mad and angry at each other, they'll just divorce each other and never reconcile their differences even for the sake of their children or the sake of public appearances. I sometimes worry too that they'll die on me before I'm ready for them to leave me. I fear that I'll be single, unattached and lonely forever, eventually becoming a bitter old maid and then dying all alone in a dilapidated, run-down flat where my body will finally be discovered by neighbors who can no longer ignore the acrid stench of my rotting, maggot-infested flesh. I fear for my brother who never listens to advice, who refuses to grow up and become more realistic on his ever-growing ambitions, who fails to live up to my parents' expectations, who simply doesn't give a damn. I am terrified of spiders, of worms, of getting osteoporosis, of abandonment.

Occasionally, in the midst of some activity or more frequently, non-activity, I feel like there are strong forces acting on my chest like something or someone's constricting my heart so tightly I can't breathe properly. These forces I write of, they are a very strange mixture of fear and anxiety. The worst is waking up in the middle of the night, sweating bucketfuls in bed, scared and worried to death about something I can't even place my finger on. I don't even know what it is that makes me so worked up.

Sure, I fear for a lot of things. But which one of these plagues me constantly, that makes me toss and turn, not able to fall asleep, that after slipping into slumberland, plunges me head-long into some horrifying nightmare?

Jay Chou 2008 World Tour Concert in KL!

2008-02-24T21:41:00.007+11:00

He may not be the world's greatest singer. Nor would you say he has superior acting chops. But he certainly is the best performer ever in the Mandopop-sphere.

The concert was great. My view was mostly unhindered, only obstructed sometimes by excited fans in the RM600+ area jumping up and down. The music was awesome (as in he sings really well live, as did the guest performers Nan Quan Ma Ma). The baby grand piano made of glass is absolutely gorgeous. I WANT IT! The fireworks were fantastic cause they shot up in front of the stage quite near us, so it was quite a spectacle. I've gotta say he's got a lot of stamina. He performed for over 2 hours, starting 8.15pm (quite punctual no?) and ending after I-dunno-how-many encores at 10.45pm.

I'm just gonna go on and on about how terrific it all was so I'd just stop here.

Thank you Jay Chou for a good sending-off and the time of my life yesterday night. February 23rd 2008 shall go down as one of my happier days. It certainly was a very nice farewell present. =)

I updated. DUH. :D

Dear Agony Aunt...

2008-01-24T03:52:00.000+11:00

How is it possible that Melbourne University has not seen it fit to send the veterinary science students the course and fees info? Please advise.

I'm a nervous wreck around manual cars, so however am I supposed to pass the driving test next week? Please advise.

Why is it whenever I update the Mozilla Firefox to the latest version on my Sony Vaio laptop, I can no longer open any webpages eventhough I am connected to the internet? Please advise.

Who did I think I was kidding when I said I must definitely lose weight this holidays? Please advise.

I want a change of hairstyle but I'm terrified if I do something drastic, whether it turns out good or not, I'd be stuck with it for at least a year before it grows out again. Please advise.

What did I do that was so wrong that I have to be like this?

Meh. I need to sleep. So. Good night. At least I updated right?

Last Day

2007-12-31T19:36:00.000+11:00

I wish they would just go away and leave me alone.

Better yet, I wish I could just disappear.

Return of the Mother

2007-12-30T23:46:00.000+11:00

She's back!

And I'm not exactly loving it. She's interrogating me about every single detail. Did we miss her, how dad's been acting, what we did for Christmas, why did we end up going to the cousin's etc?

Here's why, mum, cause we were stranded in Malaysia, that's why... and no, your absence was probably only felt by the male members of our household, not your cold heartless daughter... so stop asking me.

Jeez, great way to end the year. In a bad mood.

Thanks, people.

Have a good one.

And I Thought I've Outgrown Being Emo... Yeah Fucking Right.

2007-12-25T20:55:00.000+11:00

Okay people. Time for me to 'fess up about something I've been hiding in the closet for a very long time. I'm agnostic. W00t.! Yay.!

And on that note, I'd like to thank two very special people who absolutely made my day. Without you people, I think I wouldn't have had such an unpleasant and miserable Christmas (or Newton's Day, whichever you prefer. Christmas just sounds prettier). =)

Thank you Dad for being such an enormous asshole. Your children specifically told you we'd much rather stay at home and rot the holidays away than to go to your family's place to celebrate Christmas but NO, you refused to listen. So thanks very much for forcing us to yesterday's yawn-fest of a Christmas Eve party and to today's turkey luncheon thingy with your brother's family.

Thank you Mum for abandoning us to gallivant off into the Guilin sunset with your friends. You have my eternal gratitude for not even bothering to try to get us on that fucking plane to freaking China because I know and you know in your heart that you'd prefer it if your lousy excuse of a husband and your massive burden of an annoying son and fat daughter not follow you there and become a blight on your peace and quiet. So I sarcastically hope your serene holiday is going well now, because it came at the expense of your children's happiness.

I'm so immensely relieved, you know, for having you guys as my parents.

While I dislike university life in general, I should bear in mind that I also dislike being around my family in close proximity for prolonged hours. Which means, Gezzel, next time, you yearn for home when in Melbourne, read this entry. It'll be your miracle cure for homesickness.

My Chemical Romance Live In KL

2007-12-10T03:22:00.000+11:00

So the highly anticipated concert has ended. In one word, AWESOMENESS. In many more words, read below, where I'll just sum it as succinctly as possible cause I'm exhausted from all the jumping and shouting.

Highlights:

-One Buck Short and Pop Shuvit were the opening acts. And they must be the most punctual bands in the whole entire universe because they started at exactly 6.30pm sharp as stated on the ticket while my brother and I were still queuing up outside Stadium Merdeka. What happened to Malaysian timing? Pop Shuvit kinda overstayed their welcome and the crowd booed a little when they launched into their 3rd song. But kudos to both bands for trying really hard to get the crowd going, which brings me to my next point...

-This was quite an unenthusiastic and unresponsive crowd. They'll start a chant like M.C.R! M.C.R! M.C.R! but it'll die down within seconds. And there was no encore because immediately after MCR left the stage, everyone started walking away too, leaving behind them on the grassy field, strewn rubbish and muddy foot prints. The group sandwiching us did not participate in any unseemly jumping and screaming at all. In fact, throughout the 3 hours, they just kinda stood there, arms crossed, acting emo. I know MCR is labelled "emo rock" but that's just taking it too far. However, not everyone was like that and I'm proud to say there were saving graces within the audience. And they pretty much kept the atmosphere high, spirited and rocking. Of course, yours truly and her sibling did not fail to deliver crazy antics as is expected in a rock concert.

-MCR started the show super duper late at around 8.30pm with the song This Is How I Disappear taken off the latest album The Black Parade. After they finally came out, we were treated to back-to-back tracks, which included the popular favourites Welcome to the Black Parade, I'm Not Okay, Helena, Teenagers and then they ended with Cancer and Famous Last Words. Us two and the other enthusiastic people were jumping wildly, swinging our hands back and forth, thrusting fists into the air and screaming the lyrics and verses we knew. The crowd, naturally, were more responsive when the band played the more famous pieces.

-It rained, well, drizzled, throughout the show, which sucked and also, which prompted Gerard to comment on how the rain was ruining his hair. Haha.

-Ray Toro performed an awesome guitar solo.

-Gerard asked Mikey to say something and he did. One word, a shy "hello". Cute huh.

-My limbs are sore like hell, my ears throb and my throat hurts like hell too. It was damn stuffy and sweaty and hot and the rain didn't help matters because the ground became muddy and my hair and shirt were soaked by the end of it, a combination of sweat and acid rain.

But it was all worth it. And I'll do it all over again. I just wish the few who were all emo and stuff could have hitched their enthusiasm up a notch. Having said that, the concert was still awesome. The guys put up a solid roaring performance despite the rain and it was pretty damn fun to a rock concert virgin.

"Let me hear you, Malaysia!" (Way: 2007)

Penny for My Thoughts?

2007-12-05T18:05:00.000+11:00

Heeey, bitches! 'Tis the season to be jolly...tralalala... OMGWTFBBQ! Gezzel in a good mood?! That's damn near impossible. But only damn near. So yeah. I'm feeling, yikes, happy! YAY!

Anyways, what have I been up to this past week? Well, there's been the usual eating-and-gorging-out-like-there's-no-tomorrow festivities and then there's been the hanging-out-with-family+dog bit and then there's the annoying-the-shit-out-of-my-brother episodes and then there's the trying-to-play-the-piano-and-guitar-without-seeming-like-a-total-noob-in-which-I-
totally-fail-at-achieving-hence-the-instruments-totally-owning-me sessions.

Oh! And putting up the Christmas tree. We have 2 this year, so actually, trees! An emo tree trimmed in blue and silver that I totally adore (partly because I masterminded the design) and a happy tree decorated in all its red and gold glory.

And! I met up with Chingy Ching Ching yesterday at 1U where her band was performing! It's great to finally see a PCD somewhere other than in Melbourne. XD

My Chemical Romance's rocking Stadium Merdeka this Sunday! And guess who's going? Me lar duh... *rolls eyes*

Going to China again this Christmas. Guilin I think. I don't even know where that is. "It's somewhere southern China, near Yunan and has fantastic scenery," answered Mother when I expressed my concern on the safety of going to the middle of nowhere.

On to sadder news, I have to obtain a Malaysian driver's license apart from the Australian one I'll be hopefully getting next year. Thanks to my pushy, definitely a case of undiagnosed OCDed father, who's become even more intent on marking his masculine dominance over his wife and children as of late. That means, I have to sit for a bloody theory test AGAIN which in Malaysia is called Undang and we have to go for a whole day seminar thing where Malays who have no freaking clue what they're supposed to be teaching us will be lecturing us. Great. I can already smell the boringness and tediousness of this entire affair.

Results are out on the 6th and 7th which is... let me count... Thursday and Friday of this week. I hope I pass. I want to pass. I need to pass. I MUST PASS! *fingers crossed toes crossed arms crossed legs crossed*

That's all to update for now. Shall blog about MCR concert after it happens. Hope you boys and girls, dudes and dudettes, transvestites and... transvestites (ala the Winekone) are having fun too! If you aren't, you better work at having fun cause 3 months is a short time before we go back to the depressing land that is called Melbourne. And what more perfect way to boost up your merry spirits than with a Youtube video that contains none of the artificial additives or calories that maybe Boost Juices and that Melbourne Central crepes contain?

Another emo rant

2007-11-04T21:49:00.000+11:00

It might be exam stress. It might be PMS. It might be because I've held in so long, it's finally all coming out. But I'll still really really like to know what the eff is wrong with me?

I've been getting all weepy and tearing up over the slightest things today. I literally sobbed my eyes out when I watched this documentary on dolphin slaughter in Japan and how these surfers (including the actress who plays the cheerleader in Heroes) are trying to stop the fishermen but to no avail. I cried like a baby as I listened to Jay Chou's sad love songs (off the new album On the Run). I sniffled as I talked to my dad on the phone. I teared up as I flipped through the Bio textbook, wondering if I'd be able to finish the syllabus in time and knowing I won't and knowing that I have no one but myself to blame for it thanks to my constant procrastination. Tears started welling up in my eyes as I read my cousin's past blog entries and how all the things she wrote mirrored so much of what I'm going through now and how some of the things she predicted sadly came true.

I miss home so so much, my heart aches every time I hear my family's voices on the phone. I can honestly say I've never missed home this much last year. Last year, I was happy. So happy I have a dad who could afford for me to be in Melbourne straight after SPM, experiencing new things my friends stuck in Malaysia would never get the chance to (Yes, I am that horrible a person). This year though, has been a challenge, for lack of a better word. I hate most of this year. I really do. As much as I disliked the fact that in Malaysia, I get less privacy and my precious hikkimori moments alone, I kinda wish now that I've chosen to do A Levels. Hah. But that's just like saying I don't wanna grow up, that I wanna rely on my super-dependable parents forever and ever.

This rant is getting more and more pointless and nonsensical and my vocabulary, grammar and spelling is atrocious. Ah, screw it.

I'm so glad you'll be here soon, mummy and daddy. Do you have any idea how much your ungrateful, miserable excuse of a daughter has missed you? No? I probably will never let you in on how much I miss and love you guys either but that's okay because I know you know what a robot incapable of showing emotions your daughter is anyways.

Day of Lasts

2007-10-26T21:24:00.000+10:00

It's the last day of our first year in university, so I thought I should submit a blog entry if just to commemorate this for lack of a better word, stupendous advent. Funny how those completely opposite words are being linked in one sentence huh? First and last. I can't exactly pinpoint my exact feelings regarding this momentous event. I don't know whether to be happy, exhilarated by the fact that finally I can get into the real vet stuff or sad, bereaved by the fact that I'm aging rapidly and am no longer a freshman as of next year. Right now though, the one apt word to describe my emotions would be "numb". But that's hardly an emotion because to feel numb is to feel nothing.

Maybe this time next week, next month, I'd be all wistful and melancholic over the way I spent my first year in university, which was basically just slacking around wasting time, pretending to listen (with my mp3 player blasting away into a ear) during lectures and tutorials, walking to and fro the faraway campus and hanging out with friends. Maybe I'd think to myself and start gripping, I could have done so much more, I could have made this year so much more memorable, I could have met more new friends, I could have soaked in more Aussie culture instead of hiding perpetually in my little Asian box of prejudices, I could have studied harder, I could have enjoyed physics practicals more... All the could haves I should have had. But it's already too late. I can't turn back time. I'd never ever have to do physics again. I'd never have chemistry pracs again. I'd never have to venture into the Redmond Barry biology laboratories again. I probably will never get a chance to venture into the Commerce & Economics building again (unless I'm going for Manifest next year?).

And I think I'd definitely miss all of this. Much as I complained, whined and bitched endlessly about the pointlessness of this year for a vet science student, I will miss walking all over the campus with Yi Lin and Avril, sometimes Laura, to our next classes; eating at Union House on Mondays and Thursdays or scoring free lunches at Queen's courtesy of Ms Ng; randomly meeting people on the way to classes; scribbling nonsense (which consisted mainly of words like "sien", "I wanna go home" or drawings of dogs and miscellaneous animals) on each other's lecture pads when we couldn't be bothered to listen to the lecturers while giggling manically to the despair of the hardworking others who would shush us; buying food and toilet breaks between physics and chemistry and biology lectures; chemistry and physics pracs when somehow the experimental data coincidented with the theoretical values (which were always a good thing!) and actually comprehending stuff from lectures through tutorials. Yes, I will miss all these things and wonder why I didn't make an effort to make 2007 the best year of my life. But that's for my old age when I'll have plenty of time to reminisce and regret about the past.

Just a few weeks more and we'll be back in our home countries, flying overseas for our hard-earned (kinda) vacations with our families, celebrating Christmas and Chinese New Year and the general cheer of the holidays and most importantly, for me anyways, attending My Chemical Romance's concert. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside now either from the retail therapy with Ching (thanks for a great last day of second semester and first year uni!) or the excitement of an impending rock concert. Hmmm... I can't decide. Whatever. As long as I'm happy as a clam! Better than being down in the dumps!

Okay, alritey, it's Swot Vac people! Start to get serious and study until you're puking out sterioisomeric compounds, Lenz's Law, Hardy-Weinberg equations and the distance between a plane and a line!

*puts on serious, "chionging" face*

...

*fails miserably*

Who actually gives a flying fuck about distances between planes and lines?! Well, I have to. So... yeah. But we did make it through first year, therefore WE CAN DO ANYTHING! Technically though, first year isn't over, there's still that little hurdle called exams. Okay, Gezzel, you can shut up now. Happy studying everyone!

Oh, and a pretty picture! This time, it's a cosplayer cosplaying Tifa from FFVII! Yeah, I finally got the name right and not mixed up with Rinoa...

Music

2007-10-17T20:22:00.000+10:00

What the hell! It effing works! I saw this on a couple of friends' blogs and the results were all the instruments they did truly play. The guitar. The drums. The violin. Cool huh. Tell me if it worked for you!

You Should Play the Piano

You are a true music aficionado who loves many musical style and eras.

You find music to be an escape. And you'd like to be relaxed and comfortable when you're making it.

You're very innovative, and you have a unique way of knowing what may sound beautiful.

There's a strong possibility that you could compose some of your own work songs quite easily.

While you have a lot of creative energy, you are also serious and conscientious.

Your musical talent needs time, practice, and lots of privacy to flourish.

Your dominant personality characteristic: your painstaking attention to detail

Your secondary personality characteristic: your natural tendency to be whimsical

What Musical Instrument Should You Play?

Of Models & Guitars

2007-09-25T21:24:00.000+10:00

Fans of melodramatic bitch slapping, cat fights and back-stabbing amongst a bevy of absurdly tall, drop dead gorgeous, sometimes quirky-looking wanna-be models rejoice! America's Next Top Model is back! Cycle 9 returned last Wednesday on the CW with a splash, literally, as this season's assembly of beauties were thoroughly assessed, interrogated, interviewed and intimidated by the trio of Tyra Banks, Jay Manuel and Ms. Jay aboard a cruise ship. At the end of episode one, only 13 girls remained to fight and claw their way to become the one and only America's Next Top Model through a series of photo shoots, commercials and go-sees.

Who will prevail as champion? Who will emerge victorious? Who will win the coveted prizes promised? WHO? WHO? WHO? Well, we don't know cause it's only been the first episode. Haha. Oh no, I've become as lame as a yiching.

Anyways, I've always enjoyed the judging panel of each episodes the most. The part where we get to see each girl's best photo and hear the criticisms of the judges and see which girl gets booted out. I think the photo shoots are the most deciding factor in whether a girl stays or leaves in ANTM. Do a bad photo shoot and it's sayonara, bitch! Below are what I believe these aspiring models should strive to be... and pictures of guitars (just because =P)... enjoy!

Disclaimer: These photos do not belong to me. I only take credit for spreading their awesomeness to my readers.

E! News (Gezz's Edition)

2007-09-12T16:06:00.001+10:00

So, did anybody check out the 2007 MTV Video Music Awards that happened yes-yesterday?

No?

HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK?

Anyways... check out Britney Spear's comeback to the music scene. She was the opening act and boy did she screw it up. She lip-synced through her performance of her brand new single Gimme More. But it's not like we expect her to sing live anyways... her voice kinda... sucks. No, what we'd expect from her is her kickass power dances, her slutty hip gyrations, her hyping up the crowd. Right? But she totally failed to deliver. Basically all she did was parade around the stage in her underwear, lips barely moving, body hardly shaking. I thought she was stoned or seriously drunk, having to rely on her dancers just to move up and down ONE measly step. And when the camera panned around, relieving the TV audience from her horrendous performance, closing up on some famous faces, we were treated to 50 Cent's priceless WTF?! expression which pretty much summed it all up, folks.

...

I bet you're all opening a new tab for youtube to search for the video huh... haha... it'll be hard to find... most of them have been removed since yesterday when it leaked onto cyberspace.

Luckily for you people, you have me to save you the trouble! (Gezzel, you goddess you!) So here it is... Britney Spear's VMA performance~!

At least her breasts looked nice and firm, not saggy or anything terrible like that... But really, she should just spare us the torture and concentrate on being a good mother instead. I think this guy did a much better job covering her new song:

I used to hate this song ever since I heard the preview. But now after listening to David Choi's version... gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme more! So I guess it only sucks if it's Britney singing it?

I am so mean.

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Now playing: ORANGE RANGE - Ikenai Taiyou (MPEG2)
via FoxyTunes

Hey Hey You You!

2007-09-04T18:31:00.000+10:00

Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend ~Ballad Version~ (No kidding!)

Guilty!

2007-08-30T19:52:00.000+10:00

Anime I'm watching:
1)Devil May Cry
2)Kekkaishi

Anime I'm rewatching:
1)Ouran High School Host Club
2)Paradise Kiss
3)Fate/Stay Night

Jdoramas & Movies I'm watching:
1)Tatta Hitotsu no Koi
2)Katagoshi no Koibito
3)Hanazakari no Kimitachi e ~Ikemen Paradise~
4)First Kiss
5)Tantei Gakuen Q
6)Jotei
7)Bambino!
8)Puzzle
9)Rough

Kdramas & Movies I'm watching:
1)One Percent of Anything
2)Temptation of the Wolves

So please please please don't remind me about the Maths, Physics and Biology tests I have next week. ONEGAI.

Isn't this guitar pretty?!

Peeved. AND Pissed.

2007-08-26T22:39:00.001+10:00

And so I begun my devouring of Marisha Pessl's Special Topics in Calamity Physics late this afternoon, approximately at 3pm, after watching my weekly dose of Hanakimi, Jotei and First Kiss, starting where I left off at chapter 9: Pygmalion, George Bernard Shaw.

Unheeding the desperate pleas of my orange maths book to "DO ALL THE INTERESTING VECTOR QUESTIONS IN ME, OWNER!" and the despondent calls of my biology tutorial worksheets to "BRUSH UP ON YOUR GENETICS, MASTER!" and the frenzied attempts of my fascinating Giancolli Physics textbook to attract my attention, I snuggled up in my comfortable twin-sized bed and read and read and read.

Coming home after a satisfying meal of McDonald's, I thumbed my way to the ending of the book.

I FEEL SO CHEATED. WHAT KINDA BLOODY STUPID ENDING WAS THAT?! WASTED MY TIME!

And now, all I'm left with is a gnawing feeling of forlornness and dissatisfaction and a mountain pile of homework that requires my stringent attention at once if to be finished come Monday morning, which coincidentally is tomorrow!

Oh brother. I am so screwed.

Peeved

2007-08-26T19:07:00.000+10:00

You know those annoying chain mail things you receive every now and then in your email inbox, forwarded to you from a "friend" or those irritating messages you read in the comments section of youtube.com or crunchyroll.com or some forums?

Those that claim that if you don't forward this to seven other innocent people who have done you no wrong or that if you don't copy and paste this message, posting it on some other random person's video comment section, you'll perish in the worse possible way? Possibly at the hands of some serial rapist/murderer that killed some poor girl called Hulahoops or similarly any other little girl with some ridiculously unfortunate name like that?

Those that claim they love their parents and if we had the slightest fondness for our dear ATM machines, would spread this message around so that we would not be left penniless orphans at the end of a week?

Those that claim that something amazing and miraculous like the name of the love of your life would appear on your computer screen once you press ALT F2 after spamming everyone on you contact list?

Utter bullocks. I've read almost every one of these messages. And I'm still here. Pretty much alive yes. Pinch me for I am here and real. I even tried the stupid ALT F2 thing but no name of my destined man appeared. Maybe I'm not eligible for a name(Micky Yoochun? Hero Jaejoong? Xiah Junsu? Max Changmin? U-know Yunho? YamaP? Won Bin? Hatake Kakashi? Uchiha Itachi? The MCR brothers? Cristiano Ronaldo? STOP, IMAGINATION, STOP RUNNING WILD!) since I've read all these messages and have not reposted them? So I'll be dead before I even meet The One? Hmmm... let's test these chain-mail with a little experiment shall we?

PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. If you've set your eyes on this, too bad! *Cue evil laughter* You absolutely, ABSOLUTELY must leave a message on Gezzel's tag board before you leave this page on to bigger and better things OR in the near future suffer the fate of a Britney Spears, eg get impregnated again and again by some penniless dude who will then sue for custody for the kids whereby you will be forced to shave your head bald in order to sell your lackluster, limp locks of hair on eBay to raise enough funds to pay off the child-care expenses because you've blown off all your hard-earned cash getting trashed at some party and being photographed by the paparazzi looking like some haggard has-been. =P

Aww... poor lemon must have not heeded the dire warnings of a chain letter!

I must be EMO!

2007-08-19T20:15:00.000+10:00

This video is freaking old but so damn funny. =P Trust me.

I must be EMO! LOL.

Driving lessons... HAJIME!

2007-08-17T14:59:00.000+10:00

I just drove around Carlton for 45 minutes.

I just drove.

Like, in a car.

Like, vroom vroom.

Oh my God. Oh Kami-sama. Oh my tian. Oh Tuhanku.

Fine fine fine. I didn't really drive. I just kinda steered the car left and right and at one point burst into fits of giggles when I over-steered (is there even such a word?) and almost hit a lamp post. Haha.

Driving is actually quite fun and I'm kinda thankful I didn't inherit my mum's unexplainable fear of driving, especially in KL.

So yeah. I just drove! Like, in a car! Like, actual driving!

I know, I know. Get over myself. And I shall! Eventually...

My brother and his friends are going "soul-searching" in Fraser's Hills next week. As in, no TV, Mp3 players, laptops, civilization, just boring cavemen games to pull them through a week... I think they... cannot make it lar. Soul-searching kononnya. They'll end up renting and watching porn while eating strawberries for entertainment, knowing how horny these teenage boys are. You know, raging sex hormones and all that...

Speaking of sex hormones, my dog just got neutered. Or in my brother's words, "got his balls chopped off". According to him, the dog's been very listless and inactive ever since the destruction of his manhood but looks ridiculously cute with a huge collar around him to prevent him from scratching the wounds. "I jumped around in front of him mocking his lack of balls but got no reaction... well... it's not like he understood anyways..." (Yong Keenen: 2007). Riiight... I think soul-searching will do you wonders, brother dear. Seriously.

Oh... just realized I've been updating more frequently than usual. And in unchimmified words!

Anyways... here's another pretty picture to lighten up you peoples' weekends.

Prosh Week

2007-08-15T15:18:00.000+10:00

Men and women baring their all... and I don't mean their souls.

Quick summary:
During chemistry lecture, rowdy teenagers, boys and girls alike, stumbled down the Copland Theater steps, accessorised only with beer bottles and cute little bows around their necks.
A bunch of male students gyrating with mops while strip-dancing were later joined by the rest of their congregation (which also consisted of a few females) all delectably dressed in their birthday suits. This happened during biology lecture.

"At least we learned something from all that... The colour of your hair doesn't necessarily... Oh... I'd better stop there... I forgot these lectures are being recorded" (Biology Lecturer: 2007).

Anterior and posterior nakedness. Full frontal and back nudity. Excited? Welcome to Prosh Week.

I think I've seen enough x-rated stuff this week. Still though, they do a fine job of entertaining and simultaneously waking up snoozing students during particularly boring lectures. *coughbiologycough*

Well. Look out all you Melbourne University counterparts! More offensive (if you choose to see it that way... which I don't... freedom of speech and all that) content coming your way this week! =P

Pretentious

2007-08-12T16:16:00.000+10:00

Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest
I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared.
After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here.
So if you're asking me
I want you to know...
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed.
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory.
Leave out all the rest.
Leave out all the rest.

A string of meaningless words to some.
Lyrical emo poems to most.
Incomprehensible jargon to several.
Balderdash! Gobbledygook! Nonsense!

There she goes... being all pretentious and pompous with her fustian melodramatics!
There she goes... pattering on and on about some totally cliche gibberish again!
There she goes... Linkin Park's song no less! The most overused band of the fucking millennium!

Oh goodness gracious! Was that the "F" word I just saw?! What kind of Christian uses profanities as such?! What kind of lady spouts such obscenities?! What kind of sucky, lousy blogger is this?! Her blog title proclaims to be allergic to bullshit yet she's constantly, repeatedly scribbling in her Times New Roman chicken scrawl bullshit! Dayem...

Well.

I like being pretentiously emo. I enjoy writing in the most "intellectual" way possibly known to men, using only the most bombastically difficult vocabulary ever invented. I absolutely love boring people with offensively depressing details of my sorry excuse of a life. I am a selfish writer bent on satisfying my own cravings to see my sucky life displayed to an entire legion of internet-users. I am an attention seeker to the truest definition. Feel sorry for me... feel sorry for me... this message is so openly declared throughout my blog.

The truth is... only a handful of people actually visit this blog and actually bother to read every single word. So I don't get it when people tell me... gosh... you are such a depressing blogger... write something cheerful lar... your fabulous outings with friends... post some pretty pictures... and the absolute worst... I couldn't finish reading any of your posts because of the language.

You know what? As I'm writing this, I'm already wondering who in the right mind would actually plough through this?

Here's a pretty picture!

Owari

2007-08-05T23:39:00.000+10:00

Keep telling myself another week gone means another week closer to home.

Keep reminding myself I'm here because I chose this path to take myself. Nobody forced me to do this.

Keep convincing myself I love it here. I do! I do!

... I honestly don't.

Lost

2007-07-29T19:06:00.000+10:00

I've always thought myself to be somewhat of a emotionless robot masquerading in human form. I prefer not to feel. To keep impractical things like feelings and emotions tucked up and locked away somewhere deep in the chambers of my heart. Wearing your heart on your sleeve is just like exposing your vulnerability to an entire kettle of vultures waiting to pounce on your weakness and fears and feed off of it. I thought myself devoid of such cumbersome human sensations. I've thought wrong all these years.

I remember during my rebellious teenage years, when my parents were ganging up on me (or so it seemed at that time), when my mum or dad had the cane out, and were mercilessly using it on me, I'd force myself not to flinch nor betray any sign that I felt any pain or hurt whatsoever because I did not want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they could in fact penetrate my solid wall of defensive ice and hurt me.

But at home throughout the June/July holidays, I think I've shown them more than I've ever had in my whole entire existence glimpses of my inner soul. Remembering that writing had always been my one creative outlet; my favourite way of expressing myself since I've never particularly reveled in speaking my mind, I wrote and I wrote, pouring out my jumbled train wreck of thoughts on blank sheets of crisp white paper, creating a cringe-worthy novella of crap.

I thought it was adequate enough to prevent my veneer from cracking in front of them. But words can only articulate this much. And as I wrote, my one comfort seemed to be slipping out of my sweaty grip. Whenever something remotely touching was shown on TV or heard on radio or read about in books, I would always be at the brink of tears. I was like a seriously hormonal pregnant woman who could and would burst into tears at the mere sight of other bouncing babies. Even now, back in cold, windy Melbourne, I feel close to tears whenever I hear my parents' voices over the phone.

So over the holidays, I lost an important aspect of myself. I lost the ability to control my human side. But then again, I might never have truly mastered that art.

Hitori

2007-07-26T21:26:00.001+10:00

When I was younger and less of a satirical cynic, being as gullible and naive as little girls came, I had, for quite a long time, believed my parents had powers. Not of the magical sort, of course. Just this truly amazing gift of making everything okay when I felt like the world was crashing down upon me. Just this truly wonderful ability of making the pain and hurt cease when I was feeling down in the dumps. Because every single time some either real or imagined catastrophe happened in Gezzel's universe and I ran crying to them, everything would be nicely resolved come morning. Or so it seemed to me anyways.

Although now, having matured and aged like good vintage wine over the years, I know my parents are mere mortals and not the "gods" I believed them to be. But somehow, I've never been able to shake off this feeling that they can still read me like a book. As in, they can like X-ray my thoughts and emotions.

Maybe my childish self had it half-right all along and my parents did have powers. Just not the powers I thought they had. Instead, they were and still are good parents capable of manipulating and lulling their children into a false sense of safety and security.

However, as I've grown bigger, older and not necessarily wiser, they've cut the apron strings. They've stopped beguiling me into that familiar comfort zone because they feel I'm old enough, matured enough to handle what the world throws at me now. They're telling me to walk this path on my own now. They're telling me they'll always watch over me, but they'll no longer assist me if I stumble and fall because I can get up and continue on my own now. I can't rely on them to save me anymore.

But I don't want the apron strings to be severed. I don't want to walk alone. I want to be saved. I want them to tell me I'm not as alone as I think I am in all this. I want to be able to believe in their powers again.

CM(s)

2007-07-06T12:49:00.000+10:00

Genius.

NANA 2 the Movie

2007-06-27T19:49:00.000+10:00

Just watched half the english subbed version of the show on Youtube. Actually stumbled upon it by accident. The kind-hearted soul has yet to upload the rest of the movie, so I don't know the ending.

Disclaimer: Spoiler warning. Do not read if you want to watch the movie for yourself. Let it be known that I am a sucky reviewer/critic/whatever. So I apologise in advance.

Review: Nana 2 focuses more on Hachi's life rather than Nana's. And I've gotta say the new actress who plays Komatsu Nana aka Hachi sucks. Her cute, bubbly personality just seems so fake. Well, to me, I think the old Hachi was much much much much much better times infinity.
Nana 2 revolves around a love triangle (kinda) between Hachi, Takumi and Nobu. Personally, I am voting for a HachixNobu ending. I did try to watch the rest of the movie in Japanese but the only important bit I caught was that Hachi becomes pregnant and I guess the big question is who's the father???]
Hmmm... Black Stones get signed to a major music label. Nana and Ren are still together. Reira played by Yuna Ito looked as ravishing and resplendent as ever but she had like only 1 line throughout the entire movie. And those words were in English: "Thanks everybody for your love and support".
Overall, there were some cute scenes with Nana amd Nobu interacting with each other that I really loved and enjoyed. HOWEVER. I have to say that this movie was really slow-paced and got slightly boring/tedious in some parts. And the worst thing that totally destroyed my opinion of the movie was the new Hachi. Somehow, I think the movie would have been so much greater with the old actress for Hachi. Gosh, I can't stress that point enough. ARGH. I can't stand her. You have to watch the movie to get what I mean. Seriously.
Score: I'll give them a 6/10, eventhough I think they totally deserve only like 3/10 only. I "beri muka"/"give face" to Nobu. He was just so lovable and adorable and cute in the movie! And Takumi. For being a cool, handsome jerkish playboy full of crap. After all, who can resist a bad boy? Kyaa~

I love my new room/house/dog. Connor is so so so so so naughty. But his cuteness makes up for him chewing my slippers to shreds. =D

5

2007-06-18T23:09:00.000+10:00

America's Next Top Model :
My favourite guilty pleasure bimbotic show of all time. Drama. Catty fights. More drama. Backstabbing bitches. Lotsa crying. And did I mention drama? Season 8. ENDED.

Desperate Housewives :
Another guilty pleasure show. But oh so deliciously wonderfully pleasurable... and... scandalous. Who knew supposedly nice, well adjusted ladies of the suburbia acted like that?! Season 3. ENDED.

Grey's Anatomy :
Season 3 finale. Preston Burke leaving for good?! Another Grey?! Relationships failing left, right, centre, diagonally up and down?! Need I say more?! ENDED.

Heroes :
And the best newcomer in television goes to... Heroes~! A fabulous new series to get totally hooked on and addicted to. Season 1. ENDED.

House :
Dr. Gregory House. He is the man... man... he is the man! Season 3. Ended.

Does anybody spot a pattern here??? They've all ENDED. How is it possible all of these shows end at the same time? HOW??? And... to make matters worse... football season is over, depriving me the joy of waking up at some ungodly hour in the wee hours of the morning to watch Manchester United kick some ass. What am I supposed to do during the holidays with no entertainment? HUH? WHAT?!

Well... I guess there's food to keep me occupied. And new anime(s). New mangas. A new room to decorate. A possible trip (no promises though) to Singapore. Bugging my father for a new mp3 player. Hanging out with high school mates. Shopping. That's always good. And... a puppy to play with. But other than that... I have like nothing to do. I guess I could study (BIG YEAH RIGHT)... but that'll just make me a geek. A nerd of the freakiest level. Oh... and practise my piano and guitar.

Actually... this isn't really a real entry. I just wanted to list down the things I have to do when I go home. In 5 days. FIVE FREAKING DAYS, BABY~!

Bullshit. If you're allergic, don't read it.

2007-06-15T20:49:00.000+10:00

Dear Bloggie, darling, honey, sugar pie, sweet cakes and hot cross buns,

I suppose utmost apologies are in order for my grievous neglect, allowing you to collect a rather thick layer of digital cobwebs and cyber dust. I am sorry. Truly.

NOT.

I don't know what to blog about anymore. Someone, something... inspire me! I am an artist desperately in need of a muse. RIIIIIGHT...

Depressed/overjoyed feelings. Repressed emotions. Sensory perceptions of the morbid and macabre. Opinionated train of thoughts. Sometimes imaginary problems. Past and present memories. WHAT I FREAKING DO AND MY PRECIOUS FEELINGS ON THOSE EVENTS EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY. Do people seriously care?

Actually, no they don't. They pretend they care because they want to be viewed as sympathetic human beings who care and most importantly, love. Benevolent. Magnanimous. Philanthropic. HUMANE. All the words people want to be described as.

But how many of these people who pretend to care actually care? How many are the real deal? How many actually really really really do pay attention? I'm not talking overly sensitive, read into all the diminutive details/facial expression/body language/words used type of paying attention. That's what psychiatrists are paid so exorbitantly for. More like... wait... does this even matter?

Because if what I typed were all true. And people genuinely don't give a crap about other people. Then all my words have been wasted.

And that, my friends, was a load of fresh cow manure. To be ignored. And to be eclipsed by this picture:
Someone cosplaying as Yagami Raito better known as Light from Death Note. Can anyone tell me whether the person is male or female??? Because the person looks like a guy but has seriously girlish looking pictures of he-she in "its" deviantART account.

Sighs...

2007-06-06T22:00:00.000+10:00

Screwed up chemistry really really badly today. My mind just went blank and I forgot EVERY SINGLE THING. Kidding I am not. Yoda I am not either. I just fucking panicked so so so so so badly when I reached Section B of the paper. I have no idea why I did but I did. So I pretty much just tried to squeeze as much as I could from my uncooperative brain and crapped and bullshitted my way through the 3 hours. Killed my urge to revise physics too. Stupid chemistry. Go and die lar. Physics better be good to poor ol' me tomorrow. Or else I will like just die.

Maroon 5's new album "It Won't Be Soon Before Long" is seriously therapeutic. Adam Levine's falsetto-ish voice never fails to lift up my down-trodden spirits. Plus, this new album opens with very catchy beats and tunes, making me feel like jumping up and down like a little kid. "Won't Go Home Without You" is probably my favourite song in this album. "Nothing Lasts Forever" and "Goodnight Goodnight" are quite nice too. Better than their last? Well, sophomore albums rarely live up to critic's expectations. But I think this one was up to scratch. Overall, a 9/10. Haha. Shouldn't be writing a review... *runs away*

*sneaks back guiltily*

Oh what the heck... shouldn't even be online... might as well spit out every stupid detail I wanted to pour out.

I think I'm addicted to boybands. NewS. Kat-tun. WaT. SS501. DBSK. Especially DBSK! I love it when they sing acapella. And Yamapi! O God, delicious, delectable pretty boys! I could eat them! *bites* Oh but but but... I'm still true to my rock roots. Recently discovered Plastic Tree. A Jrockish visual kei band. I know they've been around for ages. But it's only the last few singles that they've mellowed down to rockish ballads and toned down their make-up and appearance. And without the thick face paint and strange apparel, the band members seem quite hot. I really recommend Spica. The lead singer's voice is damn cool in this one. So mellow yet so powerful. I don't know what I'm raving about anymore. Mad woman... that I am. Yoda I am still not.

I'd like to dedicate a really brief, really short few words to my "beloved" Chemistry, to be exact, just 2 words really...

FUCK YOU.

*bows out*

Whoop!

2007-06-04T20:02:00.000+10:00

"We couldn't live for 2 minutes without them, yet even after a billion years mitochondria behave as if things might not work out between us. They maintain their own DNA, RNA and ribosomes. They reproduce at a different time from us. They look like bacteria and divide like them too. They even suffer a little when we dose ourselves with anti-bacterials. Mitochondria don't even speak the same genetic language as us. In short they keep their bags packed. It's like having a stranger in your house, but one who's been there for a billion years." (Bryson, 2003)

Haha... biology paper tomorrow followed by chemistry and physics. Am going to die. But must survive somehow or other in order to GO HOME! Why, u ask? BECAUSE I AM NOW A PROUD OWNER OF A BEAUTIFUL MALE GOLDEN RETRIEVER! :) I named it Connor. YAYness.

We can do it, Ching! Let's race towards the sunset on the evening of the 8th and celebrate our youth Gai style!

Best of luck to everyone who's reading this and are having their exams too! God bless all of us! Let's survive first year uni/ A Levels/ high school exams without a scratch!

Gambatte~!!!

Adverts

2007-05-26T16:00:00.000+10:00

The awesome power of advertisements.

On the same topic, Boost Juice has got to be the most therapeutic drink in the whole entire known universe.

I miss being who I was. I hate who I am. I wish time stopped the day I was born.

Oh wait. "Don't tell people your problems. 90% of people don't care, and 10% are glad you have problems." -Confucius-

Old geezer's a pain but he's got a point.

Obsession.

2007-05-24T22:30:00.000+10:00

Anytime. Yamapi. Anytime.

Edgy girls & their guitars.

2007-05-22T20:28:00.000+10:00

Because tartan is cool...

Because punk-rock girls wearing tartan are cool...

Because tartan-wearing punk rock girls who own kick-ass guitars are cool...

Oh and also because my "scary, weirdo, emo-esque" pictures are starting to creep people out...

...sigh... ain't that cool or what?

Needs. Not wants.

2007-05-19T20:26:00.000+10:00

Gezzel needs to thank the PCDs (Ruixi, Yilin, Yiching and Jacq) + Avril + Wei Yue for a wonderful brunch.

Gezzel needs to whack Xiuling for not coming. :P

Gezzel needs to watch the FA Cup final between Manchester United and Chelsea. But which she will miss ANYWAYS.

Gezzel needs to start studying for her upcoming exams but has been plagued by an infectious disease called Laziness.

Which means, starting next week, Gezzel needs to visit her favouritest place in the world, Baillieu Library, in training for the Pro-Mugger Competition happening next month. WONDERFUL. *long long pause* NOT~!

Gezzel needs to lose 1 million pounds before going back to Malaysia to avoid snide comments from relatives on how much she's grown, not up but sideways.

Gezzel needs to stop reading fanfiction and also stop fantasizing about Itachi and Kakashi, both fictitious anime characters.

Speaking of which, she also needs to stop listening to DBSK's Hug and Asu wa Kuru Kara because it's starting to get on her house-mate's nerves.

Gezzel also needs to stop singing along to YUI's songs, in particular Tokyo, Good-bye Days, CHE.R.RY and I Remember You.

Gezzel needs to give her parents a call.

Gezzel needs to go HOME, to Malaysia, the country she loves very much(?), ok, fine, not really, but IT IS HOME and that is where her heart belongs. (According to that Singaporean National Day song anyways)

Signing off,

P.S I never really liked Barbie anyways... sadistic Gezzel... first you killed off the yellow sponge everybody seemingly loves and worships and adores, now you kill off every little girl's favourite toy. HOW COULD YOU??? :P

Spongebob Squarepants

2007-05-18T19:02:00.000+10:00

Contrary to popular belief, I never really liked Spongebob Squarepants. The only reason I watched that show was Patrick Starfish. He's so dense and adorable. It's a stupid cartoon anyways.

Parting message:

Oh my tian... who killed Spongebob???

1989, baby!

2007-05-15T20:29:00.000+10:00

In 1989 (the year you were born)

George H.W. Bush becomes president of the US

The largest oil spill in US history occurs after the Exxon Valdez strikes Blight Reef in Alaska's Prince William sound

In Liverpool, England a soccer stadium barrier collapses killing 94 people

Hurricane Hugo causes 71 deaths and $4.2 billion in damage

A massave earthquake hits the San Francisco Bay area minutes before the World Series between the Giants and A's

The Berlin Wall comes down, symbolically ending the Cold War

Serial killer Ted Bundy is executed in Florida's electric chair

Ayatollah Khomeini places a three-million-US dollar bounty for the death of author Salman Rushdie

Actress Zsa Zsa Gabor is arrested in Beverly Hills, California after slapping a motorcycle police officer

Nintendo released its popular handheld video game player, Game Boy

Oakland Athletics win the World Series

San Francisco 49ers win Superbowl XXIII

Calgary Flames win the Stanley Cup

Batman is the top grossing film

"Look Away" by Chicago spends the most time at the top of the US charts

Talk show host, Geraldo Rivera's nose is broken during a taping of his show, when a fight erupts on the set between guests

The Arsenio Hall Show and The Simpsons premiere

Dragonball Z premieres on Japanese television

What Happened the Year You Were Born?

My Suicidal Dream.

2007-05-13T21:52:00.000+10:00

I dreamed a strange one last night.

I dream about, how it’s going to end,
Approaching me quickly,
Leaving a life of fear,
I only want my mind to be clear,
People, making fun of me,
For no reason but jealousy,
I fantasise about my death,
I’ll kill myself from holding my breath,

My suicidal dream,
Voices telling me what to do,
My suicidal dream,
I’m sure you will get yours too,

Help me, comfort me,
Stop me from feeling what I’m feeling now,
The rope is here,
Now I’ll find a use,
I’ll kill myself,
I’ll put my head in a noose,

My suicidal dream,
Voices telling me what to do,
My suicidal dream,
I’m sure you will get yours too,

Dreamin’ about my death, dream,
Suicidal, suicidal, suicidal dream,
I’m suicidal,
Suicidal dream

- Daniel Johns of Silverchair

Would I actually do it?

Yesterday

2007-05-09T22:33:00.000+10:00

Yesterday... all our troubles seemed so faraway...

Can't stand physics... can't stand physics... can't stand physics...

Cute no?

Joys of Wikipedia

2007-05-08T00:37:00.000+10:00

Spoiler warning: Read at own risk

Eric & Danielle won the Amazing Race All Stars with the beauty queens and Charla & Mirna coming in 2nd and 3rd respectively.

Who ask you read?

Heh.

Gezzel, you're such a bitch... you know that?

:P

Quickie

2007-05-06T23:16:00.000+10:00

Quick update on recent events or rather lack thereof:

1. Attempted to study Physics by diffusion. Like osmosis, only it is carried out mentally and does not require a semi-permeable membrane. FAILED MISERABLY.

2. Can't decide which band(s) to like more. SS501 (hotter than thou guys with nicely-sculpted bodies, great vocals but lousy, barely mediocre dancing) or DBSK (dreamy good-looking guys with aforementioned wonderfully-toned and chiselled bodies, above-average vocals for a boyband and superb dancing skills)? NewS (home turf of my one true love, Yamashita Tomohisa, leading a bevy of bishounens with passable, ok vocals and cute dancing) or Kat-tun (Kame & Akanishi Jin, need I say more?, slightly better, more energetic dancing and indistinguishable singing chops)? Reading back what I just typed...the bands sound awful...ah well...am going through a bit of a boyband phase...AFTER ALL, A GIRL'S GOTTA HAVE SOME BISHIES IN HER DULL NON-EXISTENT LIFE! Eye-candy... eye-candy... eye-candy everywhere! Seriously unhinged.

3. Rediscovered the joys of Youtube.

4. Which revealed to me an entire legion of rabidly crazy fangirls. JUST LIKE ME~! Hey, who knew there were so many similiarly extremely obsessed people too?

5. And also, that there are so many people singing/playing the piano/strumming the guitar out there with so much more talent and potential than I could ever dream of having. Makes me feel kinda depressed. *tries to shrug it off*

6. Went out "pubbing" with Wei Yue and Ai Ming, my new drinking buddies. PUBBING??? DID U JUST SAY PUBBING? AS IN, DRINKING ALCOHOL AND ALL THAT JAZZ? *slaps naughty Gezzel on the wrist* HOW COULD YOU? BETRAYING YOUR PARENTS TRUST AND ALL THAT? DID THEY SEND YOU TO AUSTRALIA TO CULTIVATE THIS TYPE OF HORRIBLE HABITS? DRINKING??? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??? erm... well... it was for fun, joy and laughter. It's not like I'm gonna turn all alcoholic from a few drinks, yeah? *hiccup* Oops...*giggles manically and tries to run away but instead stumbles and trips over some strategically placed furniture in an embarrassing manner* FYI, AM NOT DRUNK OK?

7. Moped, whined and gripped about not being able to watch the Chelsea-Arsenal game going on later and subsequently the Chelsea-Manchester United game on Wednesday. WHY ME? *sinks into paranoid schizo mode* THE WORLD IS OUT TO GET ME!!! THE WORLD IS OUT TO GET ME!!! anyways... fingers crossed... Arsenal kicks some Chelsea butt so hard they won't be able to recover before Wednesday's game against Man U.

8. Rekindled my love for well-written fanfiction. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside especially if they're KakaxOC or ItachixOC pairings with a fairytale ending. Mary Sues... AU ficlets... songfics... OOCness in Itachi... yaoi... some lemons and lotsa limes... bring it on~!

9. FINALLY! Finished season 2 of House. And also the latest episodes of America's Next Top Model, Heroes and Desperate Housewives.

10. Downloaded YUI's new PVs My Generation and Understand. Wished I could find the romanized lyrics... so I can sing along... lalala... *runs away from the flying rotten tomatoes and stink bombs in the form of 5-year-old eggs*

Am experiencing the after-effects of ovr-indulging in alcohol. Not the nausea and the sensation the world is wobbling. More like sleepiness. Shall sleep. Goodnight people. Keep your fingers and toes crossed for Arsenal to win yeah? :P

Bush and Rice

2007-05-05T21:36:00.000+10:00

Friend or Foe? Part II

2007-05-05T17:58:00.000+10:00

Done by request. More anime/soccer/literature/Gezzel-esque weird questions to hmph and humm upon.

Do the test, people or you'll hurt my tender feelings. *sob sob*

Create your own Friend Test here

Japan.

2007-05-02T20:37:00.000+10:00

Hey... thanks people for the concern. I'm feeling much better now. I guess I'd retake the test after the June winter holidays when I change my spectacles yeah?

Anyways, as the title proclaims... I bring to the wonderful audience Youtube videos of fun, joy and laughter.

Yi Ching, do they really do that?

ARGH! To think I've been cheated all my life! Those damn Japanese people... GRR...

No wonder that Japanese chef sniggered when I ordered Yakitori the other day...

Friend or Foe?

2007-05-01T20:49:00.000+10:00

Create your own Friend Test here

God.

2007-04-30T15:35:00.001+10:00

I hate You so much right now, God.

You dangled the driving license in front of me but refused to give it to me.

I prayed so so so so so hard to You for You to give me the chance to see clearly at least at that moment. Fuck it. I scored a freaking perfect 100% for the theory test but I still can't obtain my freaking license. All because I failed the freaking eye-test. You knew... I prayed so damn hard for myself to be able to see. Just this once. Just this once. JUST THIS ONE TIME. I prayed, God, so desperately.

First I fall off a horse.

Now, I fail my L's not because I didn't put in enough effort. Because of my fucked-up eye-sight.

Bad things happen in threes right? I'm waiting for the third. Hopefully, it ends in my death.

God, I hate You. So much. Yet I want so much to believe in You. I know people think I'm such a hypocrite, calling myself a Christian but not even going to church. I'm not gonna apologize for that, I was brought up to be a good person, a good Christian, not just Christian who goes to church but does not even practise what they preach.

Screw it. Just kill me off already. My body aches from all the bruises from yesterday's pathetically embarrassing fall. But my heart aches even more over the fact I'm losing so much faith in You. There were so many times I felt so loved by You. But not recently. You've failed to respond to me so many times. Have You abandoned me? Do You even care anymore? What's the point of praying if you're not gonna reciprocate?

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2007-04-27T15:55:00.000+10:00

I like her outfit.