Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Moments of Our Lives

7:01 AM

Ah. Still enjoying the feel of sweet liberty. Huia is almost empty. Everyone has either gone back home to be with their families. Or holidaying some place where it isn't freezing. But, I must say, that being one of the few left behind ones, things aren't all dull and gloomy. We have the common rooms on ALL floors to ourselves. AND, there're DVD players on a couple of floors too. Yesterday, we watched Kill Bill and then spent the next few hours talking about nothing and everything. Human beings are social creatures.


Melitta, Zhang and I went to KMart today where we spent hours looking for good bargains to refurbish our rooms. The meal plan has also officially ended for me so I actually bought some cooking hardware, coz, believe it or not, I have to start cooking for myself or starve to death. There's, ofcourse, always the option to buy stuff but there's a limit to eating out. And a price. And speaking of prices, Mel and I went berserk, trying to purchase as much hardware as we could coz we had the convenience of Zhang's (friend's) car this time around and weren't shopping in the city. If you live in Auckland, you'd know how the price of stuff fall drastically as you move further from the city center. It's up to you to take advantage of it... And just that we did.


Heh. Come to think of it, today was pretty awesome actually... Later at night, Bobbie, Joanna, Mel and I played Monopoly and cho dai dee in the common room on the 2nd floor and made a ruckus. Noisy!!! It was perfect, esp since the noise ban was lifted following the end of the examination period. And just like old times with my family and friends back home, monopoly was real fun. It brought out the worst in everyone. Like how I discovered that I revert so much to a very Malaysianized accent when I'm into the game and despite the embarassment, I never held back. Gosh. I am SO malaysian. Joanna's super competitiveness prevailed as looks of hatred washed past her face everytime Bobbie collected compensation from the rest. And Bobbie's inner sadistic nature seemed to have unveiled itself. Perhaps, the least sore loser was Melitta, who gracefully exited the game first. LOL. Hillarious.















Pictured here, Bobbie in his winning streak And me in my losing one.... Observe the look of disdain on Joanna's
face. Scheming little twit.... LOL


Low and Behold, the winner of the Chinopoly dynasty. You can almost sense the combative spirit in his eyes.




All those red little hotels were his.









I have officially moved to room 426. Handed over my key two days back as well as my sheets which they claimed needs to be bleached. As of now, I am embarking on a room refurbishing project.

A couple of days ago, a couple of people threw a friend a surprise bday party. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.



Joanna, all surprised...

Why the frown???















With the rice cooker we shared and bought for her....

Aww. so sweet! Lara n Brian before the surprise.... Dimi feels like playing matchmaker now....

Melitta n me, before the surprise......

All the guys standing in a row....
















The hand game tht we played after the surprise..... I was convinced tht this game gave the guys an extra edge coz it was very......err.....intellectual???
















Uhm. Did I say intellectual??? Ok... I take that back... LOL

I will now leave you with cute images of us... Bobbie loaned me this jumper via Joanna. What they both don't know is, I'm never giving it back. Mwahahhahaahah!

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Freedom's Sweet

6:03 AM

exams are over!!!!!
these are the events that preceeded the exam period......
lunch with su lyn
It was at a restaurant called Tusca.....


Talk to the hand.... Su Lyn's camera shy...


Su Lyn's food.... Mmmmmm


My food..... yum!


Cook out number 2....


Trish encouraging Lara to smile. Y is everyone camera shy?? Why aren't there more Cassies in the world? LOL.


I have no idea what joanna's trying to do to the ladel here.

Trish, Mel and me. I had just got back from the gym.... covered in sweat. Ick.
we had roti canai and fish curry and potatoe chips.

And then it was back to studying..... Bobbie's pretending to read my politics reading material. Yes. He too, is camera shy!!!

getting all geared up

Look at the cuteness of those feet... When it's cold, finding the matching sock is not a priority.

This was not staged. I smile while making notes. .....because... the notes make me.... smile??!

While Joanna continues with her evil ploy to make everyone else fat with chocolates. Her theory is, when ur studying, ur brain uses glucose so u crave more glucose, so ur burning it off, while sitting on ur asssssss allllllll dayyyyyyyyy looooooooong. It works for her. Not so much for me.

Monday, June 23, 2008

wHyyyyyyy???

1:19 AM

Everyone else seems to be done with the exams..... But the wait for my final paper seems to dreadfully drag...

Why has politics gotta be the last paper of all papers?? Urgh.

That said, I kinda still do need the time to cram. Irony. Bah.

toodles! wish me luck....

you know u love me

xoxo

Monday, June 16, 2008

One to go.....

4:38 AM

Something funny happened today. I realized, (through the many wonders of facebook), that all this while I had always thought that someone was someone else. And now that I know who that someone is, I cannot for the life of me, remember this person’s name. Which is hilarious, considering many a pillow talk session involved this person being mentioned somewhat. And it’s weird how whenever I spoke about this person to Joanna or anyone else, I was actually referring to a completely different person from the one that they had in mind. And what if I never found out? Think of the possibilities. I even based my judgement on an entire population in a certain region on this one individual. Talk about sampling bias!

Speaking of studies, which are exactly what I’m supposed to be doing now, I am done with three papers. So there’s one more paper to go. Politics. Which is not all that far away as it seems right now. In fact, I kinda think that this long intermission is something that I direly need coz 1. I am not prepared to write three essays in 2 hours about many elements that I have yet to master, thanks to negligence and putting everything off to last minute work, 2. My mind is so messed up from cramming right now that I don’t think it’ll appreciate being stuffed with any more
information, 3. I actually want to do more research on the topics I can choose from, 4. I am a lazy bum and 5. I know this is completely random and has nothing what so ever to do with me having an extended break but my tutor has accepted a position in an American college in Bulgaria, teaching philosophy. WHY Bulgaria? That place has a traffic light (….honestly, only ONE traffic light!).

Hmmmm…..

426.

That’s gonna be my new room number. Yes. Me is relocating. To a room with a single bed. I cannot stand that gargantuan dusty thinga majig taking up my precious space any longer. And with this shift, I feel the emergence of a new slate. Yup. Next semester, I am starting on a new slate. Turning over a brand new leaf babeh. I cannot live the sloppy, procrastination coated life that I have been living any longer. Things are about to take a major twist.

Psych 109 was today. It was a rather turbulent paper so to speak. There were some topics in which my attention span was phenomenal and I sailed through but then there were those that triggered cortical blindness and then there were those which I thought I knew but then again, maybe I didn’t? My performance on this one is pretty much transient. I am just glad that I finished the paper.

What get’s my goat is I studied all the Aphasias and Agnosias and Apraxias and I was quite certain that at least one would appear in the 80 multi choice questions and 10 subjective answers, but nada. Zip.Zilch. Zero. Sheesh. A little bit of yin and a little bit of yang. Don’t we all need it?

Intersemester break plans?

Plan A

Fabulicious plans to go on an escapade to Sydney and Melbourne with Su Lyn and Quinyee.
Fail. The thing about fabulicious holidays – u need to be fabuliciously rich. Sigh.


Plan B

- Get my shit together
- Day trips to Mt Eden, One Tree Hill (no, not the crib belonging to Lucas/Nathan/Peyton/Brooke/Rachel/Mouth/Hayley/yada yada yada, but the crib in which a single tree survives to rule them all mwahahahhaahha!
- Wellington, possibly….. day trip with Joey as the chauffeur
- Devonport
- Mission Bay
- Might be going skiing at Mt. Ruapehu (it snows there!!!!)
- Catching up on readings AND movies/serials………..
- More pillow talks????


Yuppy dup dup. Sorry if I sound a little loopy this time around. And for the jargon that just disintegrated before you. Coz that’s how I feel. Disintegrated. From all that cramming and regurgitating. If there is such a thing as bulimia of the brain, it’s what I’m feeling right now.
But things have been looking up nevertheless. Bouts of homesickness has resided. PMS has disappeared. Exam stress has reduced tremendously.


Finally, she signs off without complaining.

You know you lurrrrrve me!

Thursday, June 12, 2008

8:05 PM

one down, 3 to go........

Economics tomorrow... arghahhahaha..... luck better be on my side

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Studying but Going Cuckoo in the Process

3:27 AM

Auckland in preparation for winter........


The view from the common room at Huia (where I stay)
This is what I do when I get bored........
The tallest building is supposedly the sky tower, seen on the right.... but the crane looks slightly taller... no?
And the studying resumes........

but wait.....

who might this mak cik be????




jeng jeng jeng *suspense*

Friday, June 6, 2008

Non Pictured Post

4:43 AM

For the past few months, upon reaching this City, I’ve been trying to figure out what has been bothering me, almost like a nag. Don’t get me wrong, there are times when I feel like nothing could be more perfect than how it is now. But then, there’re those times when I feel like I’m invisible, floating amidst blobs of pretentious beings. For a while, I’ve looked past it. Failed to see what was lacking in my life here, as opposed to back home.

But now, it’s clear. What I miss most, perhaps, is the thought and the knowledge that no matter what I did, there was/is always going to be someone there for me back home. I was always returning to something, people who loved and cared for me, despite my wrong doings and despite my tantrums and ill-treatment unto them. At the end of the day, I was always going back to my mom who fed me well and listened to my problems without judging, who accepted my grades without expecting anything more, who criticized cheekily with no intention of hurting, who with a single hug made my whole day seem so much better even if it started off like crap. And to my sister who, despite being vastly different from me, is concerned, hopefully, more than I think she is. After all, she is paying for some of my expenses here with her hard earned money from Starbucks and Nine West. At times, all I seem to want to do is, see her eating down the house again or show her the cheesy text message that I got from yet another dude. And to think that these moments were just the simpler ornaments that decorated my life.

Now days, I come back to the emptiness in my room. To food that endows me with temporal euphoria. To the internet which is significantly limited in providing any contact to the world I once lived in. To a bed which I despise for being so comfy that at times, I cannot seem to disentangle myself from the sheets in time for lectures.

There have been countless amounts of times that I’ve asked myself if there is someone who cares enough here? I suppose I’ll never know. Trust is so hard to come by I wonder if it exists anymore. I’d like to believe that I have faith in many things but I don’t know. Who can I trust? Who should I trust? I hate this cautiousness that has been engraved in me.

As I glanced at my reflection while walking past a puddle of water on the way to uni today, I realized that if there was one person I could truly depend on, it was me. Albeit all the procrastination, and the weak sense of self control that made me who I was, I had to take care of myself, I have to be accountable for my mistakes, for my attitude and perceptions, for myself. I’m a bird who’s learning how to fly, flailing, but learning nonetheless. And it takes time.
Sorry if this post is all dark and morbid. I feel a bout of PMS coming my way. And there’s this huge thunderous cloud above my head thanks to my study time being interrupted by loud laughter and escalating volumes of that stooooopid lie detector show that repeats this question “have u had sex with your wife’s sister” like a broken record. Geez. Exam’s in one week and I wish someone went into the common room and smashed the tv.

Like I said, PMS.

Oh, And I think I’m homesick.

And stress from exam prep period.

Dimi officially bans herself from the internet for the rest of the week.