Cosmetic Culture

February 26, 2009 at 12:21 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments
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I’ve finally figured out a way around the recent trouble I’ve been having with the internet connection- I use it in the morning, or afternoon. Nighttime is completely out of the question, I think, at least for certain sites that I spend quite a lot of time on. Thankfully wordpress, at least, seems to have recovered.

As you can see, the greenery has all but disappeared- I’ve been so blinded by my love for the extreme greenness of my previous blog theme, that I was completely ignorant of its flaws until someone told me that it was pretty hard on the eyes. I took a look and thought the same.

Anyway, it’s bye-bye, Green, hello Blue. The header isn’t going to change, though. I’m liking the new layout- it’s quite refreshing. Especially after a tiring day out. We had a guest lecturer for Public Law, one Curtiz Cotterrell. Elizabeth found him quite attractive. I suppose he did look like a cross between a young Gordon Freeman and Chris Rock. He arrived late, about half an hour- stuck in a jam made worse by a tree that suddenly decided to lie down in the middle of the road.

He did a lecture focusing mainly on two topics, Rule of Law and Separation of Powers- it was a lot livelier compared to regular lectures, probably because he seemed to be jumping all over the place. I had a horrible headache, so they sorta balanced each other out. I was also famished- Lizbeth cured that with an egg tart she’d bought earlier, from a relatively famous tart shop opposite the Popular bookstore- guess I should visit them more often.

During break I went out for a moment, and got a chunk of skin from my hand ripped off in a freak accident with a washroom door- I don’t really remember how it happened. Got a band-aid from Lizbeth, although it really wasn’t that bad. Still stung when I washed it, though- I haven’t had a serious injury since… since. Click here for a photo of what my hand now looks like. Didn’t want to post the photo here- just in case some squeamish kid reads this blog.

Lizbeth joined me for the train ride home- she got off a few stops before me. Time really passes by quickly when you have someone to talk to- 20 minutes just faded away.

Well, that’s that. Now just how does the title of this post relate to its contents, you ask?
i) The new theme.
ii) Surely a wound counts, right?
iii) And if so, a band-aid counts too^-^
iv) Not to mention Liz liking the lecturer^^;;

It’s past midnight, and I’m off to bed. I realize that all the reasons I’ve given up there are rather daft, but this post itself is rather superficial, so how can I be blamed, eh? Toodles.

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It’s Mockingbird Mocking Season, and I think my eggs have been stolen…

December 19, 2008 at 6:40 pm | Posted in Thoughts | Leave a comment
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Mock exams are over, and I have to say I think I’ll miss this brief season. No 10-5 lectures, three hour night classes and tutorials… life was sweet and breezy. Relatively, of course. Things happened, and not all were pleasant…

Day 1, Tuesday: Mock Crime

Pop (sounds so Archie, eh?)sent me out to college. Had a bowl of fish porridge and ‘yaw char koay’ for breakfast at that stall on Petaling street. Second time there, so I was prepared. The first time, I was taken by surprise- the fish arrived separately, raw and sticky, on a saucer. Like, ewww>< Somehow the concept of raw fish as food has never developed beyond sushi for me. Then pop told me to hurry up and dump it all into the bowl. Ohhh=.=;

Exam wasn’t too bad, considering the fact that I didn’t really study at all, beyond doing my assignments and paying attention in class. A one page answer for both questions. Joined Elizabeth after the exam- she asked me what laptop would be nice- don’t really know much about the subject, but promised to ask Geoff.Tried my best to keep her from even thinking about buying one of those drop-proof sledgehammers.

Message from Chay- class had started. Thought I’d better go in by the back since I was late- and found the door locked. Went round to the front- locked as well. Hooboy. Went back up to see if Lizbeth was still around. She was- on her way down. Went out for a bite- my first time eating in one of those back lane stalls that ATC has adopted as it’s outdoor canteen. As I was picking out my… stuff (we were having chee cheong fun), I heard someone call my name… not Lizbeth. Turned around and saw Kitty… not very surprising. some chatter, ate up, message from Jenna: class reopened.

Night. I’d shampooed, and was just playing around with my hair (Wouldn’t you? It was so soft XD). While my comb was enjoying itself twirling around in legless pirouettes, it suddenly jammed. Erk. Removing it was painful work=.=;

Day 2, Wednesday: Mock CLR&I

Flew through the subject guide on the LRT. Arrived 20 minutes late.
Still managed to write two complete essays- again, one page each.Went over to Lizbeth to tell her Geoff’s recommendation- a little over her budget. There was a girl beside her, probably one of her friends- she knew the exact model I was talking about. Quite friendly, although I’ll probably forget about her in a few days.

Got a call from Matt. Fella was bored and wanted to go out- decided to meet up after tomorrow’s paper at the Pasar Seni LRT station. That settled, went back out for a sky-watching session- there were more stars than I’ve seen over the city for some time now. Might have seen the little dipper- not to sure about it, though.

p.s. Got a call from an unlisted number. A man, speaking in almost unintelligible English. Heavy Indian accent- for all I know, it could have been a call from India. After a few attempts at extracting some information- “Who is this?”, “Who are you looking for?” I gave up trying and just said “sorry, but I think you have the wrong number.” Twice, I think. And what do you think the ass did? He told me, in no uncertain terms: “Then put down the phone!”, and then hung up.

…the temerity of the man! If a number was displayed, I would post it everywhere- start a crank call campaign. He deserves it. Curse these unlisted numbers.

Day 3, Thursday: Mock Contract

Note: this one is a direct copy of the text in my written diary, with few edits- which are in italics.

It’s a little hard to backtrack to the beginning of the day given how things turned out, but here goes. LRT. At Chan Sow Lin, driver made an announcement that “all passengers are to disembark, very sorry.” Wonder why. Arrived a few minutes late. Got the questions, but was puzzled as to why it had ‘July intake’ written on it. Didn’t bother and went ahead.

Sometime later, another lecturer burst in and told us that we’d gotten the wrong paper=.=; So the time was extended till 12 for the September intake. I was too lazy to start over again and just went on with the July paper. Left just after the July intake- everyone in Sept was staring at me, and I had to explain it away.

Met Matt at the Pasar Seni station.  Back to college- he insisted on a tour. Thanks to that I discovered the com lab=.=; Short walk in Central Market, then a bus to Mid Valley. Walked around, did some windowshopping, drinks at McD. He told me Akil is in town- going to see him on Monday. Dunno if I have class.

Someone called my name as I walked to my car (Bukit Jalil carpark). Adam. Nice surprise, but I was quite tired and just wanted to go home. Talked for a bit before bidding him adios~

Home, started my download again (it had failed many times already). Everything seemed fine. Then Geoff called. Asked me again if I wasn’t going to this weekend’s Comic Fiesta in Pyramid. Tried to tempt me. Said he’d asked Soo Hwah along. She’d be going with her sister, though. I said no- but not before telling him that I might- note, might like her. He asked me if I’d like to know the projected result. Hard decision. Go ahead, I said. He said she’s not interested.

I don’t know how he knows that. I didn’t feel too much about it then, but as I write this now, tears are gathering in my eyes, but they won’t fall. “Oh.” Well then. “Good, closure.” Right. But we can still meet up. Christmas. That won’t change. I think.

The rain just stopped. And I think my download has failed again. (Note: short time lapse here) Yes it has. Ah- the rain came back. How apt.

At the end of the day, I don’t know if I should feel relieved. Give her up just after hearing his opinion? At least the paranoia will fade. I’ve fallen before I could even jump. There’s still time to think, however… and jump again.

Day 4, Friday: Mock Public

Planned to study on the train as per Day 2 and 3. Something unexpected happened though- as I was adjusting myself to my seat, I noticed a hand floating on my right, trying to get my attention- looked over, and saw…

Debra. Well. Wasn’t expecting that. Talked throughout the journey. This, I think, would have to be the highlight in an otherwise dull day. I just wanted to go to college, finish the test, and go home. She got off at Masjid Jamek, the station I used to go to, before I finally found out that Plaza Rakyat is a lot nearer.

Looked around class for Elizabeth, but didn’t see her. Wanted some advice regarding last night’s  fiasco. Could have told anyone else about it, but I’d prefer to ask her- the same way she seems comfortable telling me her problems (and subsequently whacking me), so do I. Although I don’t hit her. Much. Home, lunch, com. I don’t want to think too much right now.

20/12 Update: Called Lizbeth at night. Talked a bit, Christmas plans and all that. Told her about the incident. Still feel rather lost, but I’m thinking less now. And sneezing a lot- blasted flu…

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