Pen-ning down..shtuffs :)

Ah well, I've been terribly busy so screw me.

Busy handling a bunch of Mat Salleh's from Duke (Uni!!). Busy working for Petronas. Busy giving talks.

Worst thing is, I'll be like, 'OOOH-kaay, I'll HAVE to post today's activities up my blog. It's gonna be sooooooooooo interesting.'

Yeah right.

No V, this isn't your taggage bloggedy post. This is just some random shyts to make up for not posting anything 'incredible' up the past few weeks.

So I just got back from Selai and it was far by the best program EVER.

It was based in my favourite place in the entire world.
Participants were of ppl my age.
They love the environment, all degree-holders and doing their masters in Environment Management :D (That means no brats, nor ppl trekking with freaking JEANS and cute little TOTES with spangly ballet shoes to match.)
So's all good. There's Dan (the Prof for Duke University in Environment Management) and his friend Stan (a Child Psychologist) and I was like, overWHELMED cuz it's my life's passion to do either one in LIFE (or both). Mother Nature and helping kids. Majorr indecisive moment. Had a talk with Stan and he's telling me all sorts of things, his views in helping children, bout changing 70 years of life down the road when we start early intervention. It's true. You get so much out of it. AND you work at your own pace.

And he told Dan bout me wanting to do both.

So Dan came by me after washing his dishes and languidly retorted,' Oh, Gary has my email so if you're interested to do Environment studies just email me. We've got this aid for Malaysians who're interesting in doing the course so yeah,'*does typing gesture* In his funny North Carolinian accent.

And I just stared at him open-mouthed and said, 'But I'm not Malaysian.'

'Oh' *Remorseful expression* 'Wait, but you ARE Malay right?'

'Yes I am.'

'Well that's the main requirement'*Smiles*

'Oh. *And my face just broke into a smile* ' I like your hat.'

Sooo.......................... I skipped my finals for this program and it was kinda worth it don't you think?

HAHAHAHA.

Haven't decided anything yet but we'll see.

Oh I taught the Mat Salleh's on how to play congkak and apparently they have THEIR own version called 'Manacala' and the African version called 'Bao' (which takes AGES to finish playing one round of game) but they all ended up playing Congkak anyway. *shrugs*

And I met this Taiwanese guy called Pen and he is just the weirdest, sweetest thing ever. He's the 'black sheep' in the group I suppose, most of the time by himself taking pictures. One might thing he's got some mental problem but........ I honestly have crushes on the weirdest ppl. HAHAH. Yes, I did have a mini tiny itsy bitsy teeny weeny crush on him. He's an individual. I was intrigued by the sincerity in everything he does; the way he talks, walks, everything. You notice this in him. He does things with deliberate care. He articulates real slow and clear. I ended up teaching him how to play Congkak and he...he makes you laugh.

*droopy smile on my face*

And when he heard bout what Dan told me he's like,' Oh then we can go to SCHOOL together!' with this apparent excitement on his face. Like a little kid.

I can't help laughing. He doesn't hide anything, he doesn't need to pretend to be cool or whatever. He is the jantung to my hati.

LOL. Ok I'll stop. Of all the Mat Salleh's that came, I HAD to fall for the Asian dude. Seriously.

(Actually there WAS did dude called Zan (Alxander, that's how his name was spelt in his passport. I had ALL their passports. Nyehehe) and he never had the guts to come talk to me even though he's around me all the time and we ended up talking on the last day but whatever, I had my eyes on Pen since he said 'Hi' or 'Excuse me' whenever he passes by) Oh yes, I had my eye on Zan for awhile but he's the typical guy you know, main-main mata but unsure. Sheesh.

Lovely curls though.

Didn't take pictures cuz Kakak brought the camera to Malacca but Pen's gonna Flickr some photos (yes, we're keeping in touch, DUH)

He's 21 but doesn't act like one. He can pass off as someone younger. He's an environmentalist. He's got a sister doing her Masters in those Chinese Soap Opera thingies. He's earnest, he's sensitive, he's a weird individual who stands on his own and walks around taking pictures, swinging himself on the swing beside the river caressing his own thoughts. He doesn't mind laughing at himself, he's just so................sweeeeeeeet. Terribly sweet. San would say he made me diabetic. HAHAHA.

He gave me a hug before they got on the train :)

Is too late toooh apologize?

Ok that sounded skanky. Haha. PUH-LEEZE forgive me for being an insufferable piece of wide-eyed bitch! I never meant to NOT update my blog! It's the TIME dammit, the TIME!

(That apology was particularly meant for me and Vuhnessah, probably the only other person who actually bothered to check it whenever she goes online *wide-eyes brimming with grateful tears*)

Ok San I know you do too. And Shermaine. Both of you, sometimes. So half a cheek for you guys. *muah muah*

Ok this is gonna be another blog full of the fabulous nautical nonsence that I ALWAYS spill out(ok, I watch Spongebob, so what?) BUT has been unfortunately left rotted in my brain for...few weeks the least.

I LOVE DANIEL JOHNS!!! (And that's saying something cuz I'm not a band-y kinda person and when I say I LIKE that band, well...I LIKE that band!

Them, then. *cutiepie!!*

Ok I like:

Silverchair(!!)

A lil bit of Dissociatives

Muse

Peter Pan

Meet Uncle Hussain

The Fray



And maybe some others that I really can't recall cuz I'm more of a musical-cum-bigvoicesDOimpressme-cum raggae person. I really DO dance. Ziggy Marley, Bob Marley is just my weekly teh tarik kurang mains. Just *snaps fingers*. Jazz is good croak too. Cuz dad's from a Jazz band in his younger days. We've got a tenor sax, the old antique piano and flute at home. So the oldies are a close-to major part in my life. It's like 'Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors' now and 'Smoke Gets In Your Eyes' then. Haha.


But because I have a sister who's a band-y kinda person, Silverchair has got stuck to me like, do bees like honey? YES! I know every single lyric, tune and moon in their Diorama album. They're Creatures I tell yuh, a bunch of musical geniuses that strips all reality away at that moment and bring you to the brink of orgasm-Silverchair style. It turns u OHN babeh. They're not real. Just like Johnny Depp.


Them, now.*I bet he's got more chest hair V. Lookat his FACIAL hair!*

'Breathe in the night..

Across the tired sunrise..

Born against the day..

brings young naivete.

A laptop souvenir

Is worth its weight in a silver and golden sun

You'll be home again..

And I'll be home again.

Mend in my sleep

I'm boxing underwater

Waddle on the lake

Waking on a summers day....Summer daaaay.....''

A little torn part from the every-loving 'Across The Night'

'So take another pill

And tell another lie

And lie amongst your lies

Like tuna in the brine.'

From 'Tuna in the Brine'.

Effing genius shtuff, no? They-are-just-INdescribable. I love them with all my heart. They don't use any of those knobs that adjust voices or tunes in their albums. It's all live. Best thing is, they use an orchestra back-up in their songs which is fantabulistic cuz one moment you're like..closing your eyes enjoying the unbelievable trance and suddenly! suddenly the music bumps to a whole different mumbo jumbo and and the violins go all crazy you can't be but impressed at the scores! Goosebump-fied. The good, scary, somewhat a bit demonical type.

Talented skinny buffs. ALL notes written by Daniel freaking Johns. Sexy nut.

The thing that keeps me so awe-struck at their music is the lyrics. Its utter nonsence when u think thrice even, but when you delve in deeper....rub that major brilliance they have on them to your whole body and you're out of this world. You know. You just oh-Know. FEEL it..

Another example ok.

'Too much of not enough.'

'Please die Ana..

For as long as you're here, we're not

You make the sounds of laughter

And sharper nails seems softer

And I need you now somehow

And I need you now somehow

Open fire on my needs designed

on my knees for you

Open fire on my needs desires

What I need'

From 'Ana's Song', (Open Fire)



It's the words...plus his voice, ooh, his voice is like a drug. It is THE cocaine,weed, pot. It's gushblahbazeekos, it brings you to a whole new dimension and he croones it around and around and freaking manipulates your soul with it you'd feel it sinful to listen to his music (Bless him). Tambahkan his own original 3 piece band and the absolutely UH-MAzing orchestra touch at the background, you'd get a Sigur-Ros for Vanessa (when it's Silverchair for Hannah).


Everything about Silverchair (and Dissociatives) is original AND undescribable. Listen to their songs for the first time and you'd be surprised at the sudden 'jumping around' change of music in the SAME song and you'd wonder that the lyrics and everything have gone wayward but you listen...and listen...and listen....and you're in the moon.


'It was the moon that stole my slumber
Across the night...I hugged a man's arthritic's shoulder'


Across the Night, again.


'Got my fever down, then weighed it up, and know the
Sounds remaining won't strain all the silt from my eyes
Bleach the green from the pastures, feast on the grey
Of the night, straight from the vines refusal to shine


You're my favourite thing, the one that I love
The one so I'd die for your love- (This part KILLS me)


Blind the deafened moon, stimulate the tombs of angels
I'll open my heart won't fall apart, don't fall apart
You're my favourite thing, and I feel like letting go'


You're My Favourite Thing.


I've got nothing else to say. You can listen to this shyt in your sleep and it'll drift you off the shirtless Daniels Land. Listen to it in the train and you hum and be the irritant of the mob. Miss your stop. Lend your ears to him in the forest and you go swishing in the flow of the river. You're out of your body. You're out of control. But yet you AREN'T.


But you know, That's just it lar kan. I haven't got their new album cuz Mr. Johns moved Dissociatives (a much more intense Silverchair with whacked-out lyrics) and I didn't hear anything bout them till another Silverchair fan came up to me and said some blah blah blah and I found out they're back together making more magic with those brains of theirs.


I didn't get their 'Mind Reader' album. Sigh sigh. Daniel Johns has short hair now. He's got such a maniacal aura. I hate Natalie.


Oh I miss Silverchair.

'Ugh'

My brain feels like slurpee. Lime flavoured slurpee.
My eyes droop its like I've got red fugging bricks pounding directly on my eyes.
My throat feels like........mouldy seventh adventist bread. Like frigging roof tiles.
My breasts walloped and it HURTS. Its like carrying a pound of water.
My butts DROOPING it's like fucking PAU'S instead of kuih Tambuns.
My stomach is slowly....slowleeee but surely (I'm sure).....allowing me to experience senapang gajahs battle-ons in it.
Menapausal.
PMS-ing. I mean.

Even if its just Tanjung Malim it's Perak. And going back n forth everyday is just so stomach-sucking- nauseatingly exhausting.

I'd have to go through it again next week.

Oh I need a hug.

:(

People are getting INCREASINGLY annoying on the street. I tend to just wave it off you know. You get nutties who'd deliberately annoy your socks off cuz you fugging know it's just another dumbass but its ALL WRONG when they annoy at the most INSENSITIVE hour of the bloody day!

"Everyone's looking at you."

WHAT DAH FUUUG.
Stupid stupid Arab tua.
Oh my GOOODDD I felt like slapping his wrinkled bushy-eyebrowed skunky haired face.
And his friend who LAUGHED.

One kick from my heels and you'll never see the birds shit on you again.

Oh how I hate men.

(Oh, NO one was looking at me btw, except those two perverts who'd been following me from the monorail to I can't even remember where.)

I'm a grumpy Grawpy who reads shitty Desmond Bagley novels.
It's not even good I tell you.

I'm getting to worked up with the teeniest things.

The sun's too hot, my heels suddenly seems too high, there's too much air-cond everywhere, I hate men, John Legend and Incubus's coming, I detest computers, my bed's always messed up, I wake up at four every fudging day and won't be able to sleep till 6 which make me ANGRIER at myself cuz I would have to bangun in precisely 15 mins time.

I think I'll take my tonic tomorrow.
Starbucks. The nice fellow who works there (He seems like the only decent person with testosterons now). He makes me laugh. That chocolate fudge ice-cream from Baskins. And a nice, sweet, romantic movie that makes me appear like a whorey-romantic-wally prissy girl.
I am precisely that.

Maaaaybeee 27 Dresses. I haven't watched that.

It's the travelling too I suppose, it's affecting me like hell. All hell break loose.
Oh this is too random I hate it already.

OUT.
OUT!
OUT!!