Marie who?

Yeah. Marie Digby. Heard about her once before about the star who became famous through Youtube (we have lots of these types of people these days huh?). I never really thought about her then.

Until my friend told me that Marie Digby was coming to Malaysia, in OU to perform, and to be introduced as a GAP ambassador.

I didn't really think about going, because the exams were coming up, and I haven't been reading much, but I decided to Google Marie Digby to see what I can find about her.

Apparently she is of Japanese-Irish heritage, looks really cute, sang her own version of Umbrella, and became popular for the song "Say It Again".

Then I got the text message.

"Marie Digby?"

"Yeah. Why not? What time are we leaving?" -- my answer

So us three musketeers drove to OU from college, leaving at about 6.30pm, got stuck in the jam for almost one hour plus, and finally reached OU at around 8.15pm or so. And Marie Digby was no where to be seen.

While we were waiting (at the 3rd floor), it was funny to see that everyone had their attention at the stage (those at the first floor and second floor bla3x) but Marie Digby was at the second floor walking at the back of the crowds with her bodyguard and no one noticed. Maybe they did. (Like me and my friend) Then he said "We should have been on the second floor and camwhored. No one would notice because they were busy looking at the stage" Yeah. That would be great. But we were at 3rd floor and to run down to the second floor? Hurm. That's far.

After moments of waiting, finally we saw her. (We went down to the first floor where the stage was set up)

Yeah, we were pretty much at the back of the crowd. Wayyyyyy baaackkkkkk actually. But we can see her head and listen to her, and that is what matters right? (as if ;p)

What they did while waiting.

Sms-ing others

Pissed off (Stomach grumbling already ;p)



She really is beautiful.

Try listening to her singing Umbrella.

Yeah. That was basicly the Marie Digby experience. To get her signature, you must buy at least RM50 worth of GAP goodies.

Whatever~ (I can see her on Youtube for free :P)

SNAP!

Yawn. It's the second day of the two weeks study week. There's a lot to study. *sigh* I woke up early today, around 5.30am, got dressed, went into my car by 6.20am, to drive to college. It's not like I have class at 8am in the morning anyway. Definitely there is something messed up in my head. That is this thing called exams. (Member of Fuck, I Never Actually Learned This Shit - F.I.N.A.L.S :p)

Then I felt like eating nasi lemak. Hell, it's around 6.30am in the morning, where can I find nasi lemak? I drove around at Melawati's best nasi lemak corner (which is near the police station area in Taman Melawati - at the food court area place). Everything was still dark, no cars were at sight, and obviously at 6.30am in the morning, of course la the place was not open yet. Hurmmmhhh. *pissed off*

However, I was tuning in to Hitz.fm this morning. In my attempt to find nasi lemak, I heard the conversation between a guy and a girl on air. (I tuned in half way so I didn't really know what happened)

Guy : Hey Suzy, you're like so beautiful, heads are turning looking at you

Suzy (or what ever her name was, but I really think it was Suzy) : Oh really *sounding really excited* -- lame :P

Guy (with really deep voice) : Ok, let's cut to the chase. I'd really like to go out with you. Are you free on Wednesday or Thursday? I can't wait to meet you, so let's meet as soon as possible. *sounding really sly*

Suzy : Let's make it Wednesday. (wah tak sabar-sabar lagi)

Guy : Wait, wait. Before anything happens, just asking, are you single, or do you have a boyfriend? I wouldn't want to break anything...

Suzy : Oh, no I'm single.

Guy2 : Apa? Macam ni you layan I? (Haha.. this is getting interesting -- the guy's voice is different)

Suzy : Wait. Eh.. is it..?

Guy2: Lepas sume yang I buat untuk U, beli macam-macam, macam ni U buat kat I? (You think after you beli macam-macam for the girl you own her is it? ;p LOL)

Suzy : Baby, it's not what you think!!! (Hah, finally realising it is her boyfriend!! :P What is not what he[the bf] thinks? When you are attached with someone, and tells another person that you are not taken, obviously you think your significant other is not good enough for you. And lying straight to your teeth that you are single? One word babe, bitch! Or slut.. pick your choice)

Guy2: --hung up the phone-- *probably too pissed to say anything*

Then of course the conversation ended with Rudy and JJ saying "Gooooootchhhaaaa"

But I would rather end it with saying "SNNNNNAAAAAAPPPPPPP"

See, how are people to trust a relationship when so many others who claim to be single are actually with a significant other already? *hopes come crushing down*

And, by the way, I ended eating nasi lemak sold in front of the UNITEN area, doesn't taste that good, but what do you expect at 7.00am in the morning??

After eating, I slept. Woke up. Studied. Slept again. Woke up again. It's 11am. Damn the day seems so long. It's going to be the longest yet shortest 2 weeks. *sigh*

"Duh. Your blog exudes the way you think."

Every person who writes a blog writes it not just as ramblings from their heart. Rather, it shows their personality and their ups and downs of life. Some people may think their problems are so big, it's like the end of the world if they don't solve it. Some people would rather talk about how to solve their problems rather than bitchfit about it. Some talks about their triumph in life. (Or rather about what brings them joy)

Whatever it is people may blog about, there is one main feeling they portray in their blog. That is what I think.

For some people, their blog entries exude confidence, telling others that they are doing okay in life and don't need people to help.

For some others, their blog entries are about their girlfriends and boyfriends, their problem in love life and about people they like. These are hopeless romantics. (Not that it's a bad thing)

Others talk about everyday random things, such as the football score for last night's football match, what they and their friends laugh about at the mamak stall, what they will be wearing at the next party they are invited to and so on. These people do not tell much about themselves, but rather would disclose their real opinions, and talk about what people are most talking about at the moment.

The are some who talk about the bad day they have, and bitch fit about it for the whole entry. (Like me, haha!)

Whatever it is they are writing, blogs signify a person. It tells the readers how their minds work, and an insight to how to approach them.

When someone (whose blog I am reading) actually asks me, how do you know I'm thinking like that? (at any random act they are doing, and miraculously I kind of predict what they think) Far at the end of my brain, where the synapses are connected, I would answer "Duh. Your blog exudes the way you think."

Absent-minded days

I don't know what is wrong with me these days.

On Monday I forgot to bring my white coat to the hospital. (white coats are essential for medical students to enter the wards and so on)

On Tuesday I forgot to bring my handphone. T_T

Today I forgot to bring my purse. (Thank God my friend became my sponsor today :P)

What will I forget tomorrow? My mind?

The lesser of both evils

There are a lot of hard things to do. For me, one of the hardest of them all is telling a person that you know, an acquantaince about what their flaws are. (As if you are that perfect?) But their flaws are so freakingly obvious, and they are doing it more and more day by day.

Are you supposed to see themselves set their bodies on fire and watch it burn, or help to splash water on the fire? It always makes it hard to tell people what you think they are doing wrong, when we ourselves are not fallen angels from heaven as well.

The other hard thing to do is watching your friends or someone you know do something so wrong, and you do absolutely nothing to help them out and act as if you don't know anything about doing it as well.

So which one is the lesser of both evils?

Kolejku : K17

I just got back from driving from my home in Taman Melawati to my college in UPM, K17. I love driving. It is during this half hour or 45 minute drive that clears my mind and ables me to think. By the time I reach my destination, I usually have a new goal for the day. Or somewhat like that.

I remembered once my friend was sending me back to my college, but he used the old road (have to pass by the other UPM colleges and MARDI unlike using the highway which I usually do, passing by Hospital Serdang).

At that point, because the road was not properly lit, everything seems dark. Except for my college which was well-lit, at the end of the road.

The my friend said "Eh eh, ada bandar kecik la kat sini! Cantiknya!"

Of course la I was freakingly proud at that time. So I smiled like :D widely.

"Tu bukan bandar kecik. That is my college" I answered.

"Owh." My friend said. :P *blonde moment*

This is the best picture of my college yet.

Nothingness.

Warning : This post is mainly about me rambling about the day I had today.

Tadi dah semangat gile belajar malam ni sebab kena marah ngan Maharani Dermato *ehem ehem* paham-paham la sape ek :P Then time naik bus pening kepala macam kepala nak burst, even the Ipod pasang pun rasa cam bising like hell. Jadi dok la kat back seat ngan Wee and Uya, sbb diorang je yang masih bangun, yang lain sume tido separuh mati, sambil trying to kawal kesakitan kepala. (eventually kurang sikit sebab ade makan paracetamol)

Balik-balik, pegi makan kat F1 ngan Kig Tsuew, time tu rasa cam demam gile, sore throat gile, and badan panas semacam. Tapi sebab lapar nye pasal, and tau kalo balik bilik gerenti tido sampai esok pagi, pegila drive untuk dinner. Pas tu kitorang chat and bitch fit and makan and usha orang mcm gile. Huu.

Masa cakap tu, semangat dah berkobar-kobar balik nak study, exam 3 minggu lagi, mestilah nak pass kan? Kang.. hurm.. tak nak cakap la ape jadi kalo tak pass.. gerenti nangis beb.. so baik simpan air mata tu, study gile2 dulu. Then party sampai mati pun tak pe.. :P

Sampai-sampai kolej balik, dok depan laptop check email, facebook, friendster, kaco orang kat ym dekat nak setengah jam. Baru mandi. Tu pun lama gile. Huish. Lepas tu lepak lagi depan laptop. Buku tak bukak lagi. Jap. Beg nak pegi lecture pun tak bukak lagi. Huiiiii. Semangat dah entah pegi mana tah. Tapi sore throat masih ada. Pening ok.

Otak pun ngah pikir nak siapkan promosi punye banner, bunting, poster, buku program and.. apa aaaa.... jap... tag nama. ha.. Tapi logo and tema dah dapat. Thank God! Jadi skrang nak masukkan dalam laptop n tunjuk kat "boss" prokim kat Rembau nanti. huuuuu.

3 more days nak habis posting beb. Maknenye 3 more weeks nak exam. Takottt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok. Skarang dah rasa cam semangat sikit. Nak baca dermato la. Nanti kalo dah tension sgt, nak baca ENT and ophthalmo jugak.

Bile weekend nak sampai ni?

*groans*

What am I supposed to answer?

This is a sequel to the Dermatology posting. Someone was talking about the races in Malaysia yadda yadda yadda. Then suddenly the statement about how the Malays are so freaking lazy came up. (general statement)

Of course la at that point things started to get heaty in the room and everyone else (besides the person who made the statement) became uncomfortable.

Then the climax of the uncomfortable-ness came.

Of all the people, she had to look at me, straight in the eye, and say "Kamu tak malu ke jadi orang melayu?"

What was I supposed to answer?

"Ya saya malu."

"Hell, I'm only quarter Malay why should I care"

"Why does it matter to you what I think?"

And another gazillion other answers that I could think of at that moment but I didn't say it out loud.

Obviously my friends noticed that my face started to change.

She asked me again "Kamu tak malu ke jadi orang melayu?" This time with an additional nod of the head.

I kept quiet again. I didn't want to say something I would regret later, making me be the target student during this posting.

"Kamu tak malu ke jadi orang melayu?" she asked the third time, this time actually showing her hand in front of my face.

This time, the temptation was so hard, I couldn't resist. I answered back.

"I believe there are malays out there who are willing to work hard enough to get what they want."

Not really answering the question, but, what am I supposed to answer??

"Oh really? Tak ramai pun" She answered. Or some sort of answer like that. I couldn't really remember. I was pretty amazed with myself actually answering her statement at that point.

Then I couldn't resist the temptation and started to answer again.

"There are a new generation of Malays out there you know"

Then she laughed at my answer. Half of the people there clapped, another half smiled, another quarter or whatever that's left laughed too - half-heartedly.

In the bus, what I did became the subject of talk. Who dares talk back to her?

The next day apparently, the issue has not rest as well.

And it is evident that she still remembers me, my statement and all.

Am I making my life harder for the next week? T_T

p/s : I know people always say that Malays are malas and all, but there are a new generation of Malays out there who are motivated enough to work hard and be who they want to be and achieve what they want in real life. Of course I admit the number is small, but they do make a difference. Because a change is still a change, no matter how big, no matter how small or subtle they are. And hopefully, this motivated Malays will be a reminder to the other playful ones to be a bit more serious and motivated. Hopefully.

p/s2 : That's why guys who have the motivation to be better turns me on. Especially if they are Malays.

The current posting

Dermatology posting.

Exhausting physically, mentally and emotionally.

Food deprived as well.

Help.

What do you see?

Actually I wanted to post this up a long time ago, but having too many excuses and other important things to do, I delayed the post until today.



This is a meal we ordered in a quite popular restaurant somewhere in Ampang. Watching the dish, terus hilang selera makan. (for me la) T_T