I am Princess Leia?

Take the quiz: "What Star Wars Character Are You?"

Leia Organa
You are hot headed and very stubborn.

Yes, i was bored.

So apparently im a Princess Leia. Or i could have been Darth Vader.(??)Or Lando Calrissian. The Princess Leia with the two buns on her head. In the little slave bikini.

So, does anyone find it hot??

I have yet to get my ATM cards. Had to go all the way to town to get my ic done (which took like forever) then i stopped on the way at the nearest Public Bank, which made me wait. And wait. Then sent me to the branch where my account came from. ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BLOODY ISLAND. Anyway, bla bla bla, got my license done, bla bla bla... went all the way to the other side of the island, sat on my ass for another half an hour and guess what. They tell me i need my birth cert!!!I dont even know the last time i touched the bloody thing.

Yes, i am officially broke.

SHIT.

I hope he gets run over by a lorry

This is exactly what is going through my head right now.

%*&^*@#$%

Was on my way to gurney, after having parked the car at our usual spot by the field. College Square, or Lebuhraya Maktab as some call it.Anyway, terri, see mun and i were on our way to gurney plaza for dinner when some fuckin bastard came from behind me on a bloody motorbike and snatched my bag. MY BAG. My bag, with my wallet and my handphone and my lip balm and an assortment of some other junk. The bag was a present, the wallet was a present, the tissue paper holder was a present. Im only thankful my camera wasnt in there as well. MY BAG. On the day i had my phone in it, on a day i actually had cash in it. Heres what you call shock - i dont recall it hapenning, i dont recall how it got snatched, i only remember the bastard riding off with it. And when i got to the police station in Pulau Tikus, my hands were still shaking. I now wish i had known what was happening, and given the bike a good kick.

&$(*##@!

There goes a perfectly good phone with a perfectly good digi line in it, a rather new wallet with my ic, license, atm cards, insurance cards, membership cards, photos, and CASH. Close to a hundred bucks. And when youre a student on a budget, its a hundred bucks i cant afford to lose.

Im still spitting curses in my head, and i hope he gets run over by a lorry. Of all the nerve. On minute i was holding my bag, the next minute it was gone. He yanked way too hard, i couldnt hold on, though i tried. And the fucker had the nerve to turn around and look back as he rode of with my bag. I hope he gets run over by an excavator.

Anyway, it took me almost two hours a file a bloody police report. Shows just how great our Malaysian police system is. Had to file one report at the district police station, who took forever to type it out, sell me a copy for four bucks and then send me over to the main police HQ in Patani Road. Where i had to wait another half an hour for someone to attend to me, and to retake my statement. Which he handwrote, and reasked me everything. Then he ran out of paper, so he counldt print out the letter until whoever it was whom he called came back with paper. So efficient.

I started out hungry on the way to dinner, completely lost my appetite after my bag got snatched. By the time the i finished (finally) making a report, i was about to die of hunger.

Only other news of interest : Went to watch a movie yesterday along with Chai, Terri, See Mun and Yu Ming. I have learnt a sneaky new way to obtain really good movie seats when the cinemas fully booked.

Highly recommended - watch it and laugh your self silly.

Two More Days

I managed to get onto my not so free wifi spot and this is what is found:

This pic captured my eye. The photo managed to show the contrast between the poor and the rich. The kid that gets his shoes shined and the baby asleep on the back of his mother who shines the shoes. The fat little sitting in the chair and the sleeping baby who might never have to luxury of drinking a big bottle of pepsi. The sad part? The chance of the little sleeping baby crossing over to the higher society isnt that high. Guess life isnt always that rosy.

More food for thought. Look at the determination in her face, the amount of effort he has to put in, the willingness for them to work together and not give up. Take away the superficial layer and the materialistic edge away from life as we know it, maybe this is what love is.

Two more days and there will only be three of us trainees left. Yup. Girl 1 has sucessfully completed her training and leaving us while the three of us are left behind. Sigh. I first stepped into the office not knowing what to expect, but im glad i met her and im sorry to see her go. Who knew that the four of us, from different parts of Malaysia, would meet here in IJM and get along so well to the extent that we skip work together, plan to meet up again, eat ice cream together and just hang out.. Do all sorts of nonsense together, shop together, drink coffee, eat nasi lemak, take wiered photos...
I guess this training will definitely be something i wont forget.

Sniff Sniff

Oh hell.. Im sick. Managed to wheedle out a holiday from my boss for all of us for Monday (Its supposed to be a replacement for Wesak Day; unfortunately not all holidays are recognised by construction workers. FYI, Wesadk Day celebrates the day Buddha was born, died and found enlightenment) unfortunately i somehow managed to contract a flu.

What started out as a sore throat on Saturday morning - i thought it was the effect of too much barbeque steamboat turned into a full blown flu by Sunday which has dragged on till today. So much for a holiday. So much for going out all day. I have a fever, a splitting headache, a nose that switches between runny and stuffed, a sore throat, a cough, watery eyes... the list goes on. In short, i have a flu. Arrgghhh. Whats the point of being sick when you cant take an off day cos youre already off??????

Sorry, I get really really unmanageable when i get sick. I want Jon...

Look before You Leap

Was browsing through my photos and found this. Taken a couple of years ago, when most of us we were still in school. Since form five, its been a ritual to go up to Mt Pleasure every year.

Today, the Pajero was here. So we snuck out (begged a staff actually) to let us follow him out to the admin centre. Maybe our pathetic faces were really effective cos he agreed and took us for a spin.

Went to admin. Nothing interesting there.

Went to a highway project. The second phase of the Jelutong Expressway. And once again, i prove just how little i look before i leap. It was extremly muddy (think reclaimed land that still sinks and springs back up everytime a lorry drivers over it) and girl 1 was without her safety shoes. So we were looking for the best way to get to the other side of the site where boy is (he doesnt care about his shoes and pants) when i spotted mounds of earth piled up along the side of the site. So i figured, hey thats not muddy and it runs all the way to the other side..maybe we can go through there. So i went and stepped into it. Big mistake. It felt a little mucky, like it wasnt solid. But i fiugred, hey it can hold my weight. Sort of. So i took a few tentative steps. Bigger Mistake. Think QUICKSAND. My whole bloody foot sank in till my ankle.. So i panicked and tried to hop out. Yet another mistake. My other food sank into the mud past my ankle (Oh, my shoes and jeans). I didnt know what to do so i made the split second decision to jump out of the muck. WIthout looking. And landed into a puddle of watery muck. I have no luck. The more careful girl 2 was behind me, where the earth was still relatively solid and the even more cautious girl 1 was standing firmly on land analyzing the situation. The rest of that evening, my feet were really really heavy. Black mud caked onto my shoes up to the ankles. Ewwww..

And all that happened in less the 2 minutes. Major embarrasment especially since there were workers right next to where i was. Only positive thing i can think of is at least i provide plenty of entertainment.

Mosquito Musketeer

Our so called work. This is what we do, when we're bored and we just have to get out of the office. We run wild around the site taking photos in pretence of actually doing something.

There are four of us trainees running around the site so the safety guard (we call him uncle safety) whom we were having a little chat with this evening has taken to calling us the four musketeers. With boy as the bad musketeer. Anyway, chinky china boy (he's a very nice boy though) has never heard of a musketeer, he doesnt know what one is and never came across the word before. So he was going like what?? mosquito?? what four mosquitos?? im not a bad mosquito...

The two of us laughed till our sides were about to crack and i was about to pee in my pants.

The 'bad mosquito'

Back to The Start

If you've noticed the posts are becoming rather sporadic its would be because someone has blocked me off the wifi spot. It wont accept my DNS add. Damn.

Its been a magical weekend. Nothing big, nothing special, but great. My baby has come.. and gone.. and its back to a new week of work. If you can call it work.

I've drunk three huge packets of milo today, which was quite an effort cos i dont like milo. And my stomach is now on the verge of bursting, filled with way, waay too much milo, and waay to much junk. Girl 1 was on sick leave today, so that left me and girl 2 (the rather lazy ones) and boy (he got his semangat back, so hes really enthusiastic now, damn). So we did alot of sitting today - at the office, in the guard house, at the canteen, at the little stall near the gard house, in the shade.. Anyway, for some reason today we've been offered lotsa free drinks.

Meal 1 : i went to the site canteen wth girl 2 and boy (standard) where i took my little packet of nasi lemak, not intending to drink anything. Then my site supervisor came along and went 'aiyo, not drinking anything ah?? come la, go get a drink..' . Then he buys milo. Okay, im thankful, i can live with a packet of milo.

Meal 2 : We did a little exploring and walked round the site. Then girl 2 and i decided to sit (too damn hot) at the guard house. Where we meet the guard.. who then decides to feed us some more at the little stall where he's havin breakfast. I TRIED to decline.. i said ive eaten, im not hungry, im not thirsty, its okay ..... didnt work. I ended up with another HUGE packet of milo. Which i drank till im sure i turned green.

Meal 3 : Lunchtime at the office - someone went to pangkor and brought dried cuttle fish.. which once again we ate. When i wasnt planning to eat anymore.

Meal 4 : girl and i walking around the site. Worker comes up to us with a plastic bag and gives it to us and says 'for you all'. We obviously say no thanks, its okay, we dont want it to which he replies 'if you dont want then i'll have to throw it away'. No choice.. another two big packets of milo and a packet of pisang goreng. Oh man. On a day im not even hungery.

Meal 5 : We go back to the office and someone just brought two bags of some chinese pastry. And we had to each have some (polite, you know?) cos these older people think all young people need food. And lots of it. OMG I CANT WALK ANYMORE.

I am never going to drink milo again. Most people lose weight when they start work.. stress, busy lifestyle bla bla bla.. Im pretty sure youre not supposed to gain more weight. Something doesnt seem right...

Things I Bet you Did Not Know

Did you know that one cement mixer truck can hold up to 5 cubic meters if concrete? And that it costs RM750 per truck? Or that fourteen twelve meter thirty two millimeter diameter bars weigh slighlty over a tonne. Bet you didnt.. Bet you also didnt know that a concrete nail is made of steel and that all vehicles leaving a construction site must have their wheels washed??Didnt think so.

This is what ive been learning. Though what relevence it is to me at the moment i have yet to find out.. but as my boss says, its all part of training and i'll thank him someday, cos no other training sites will bother to teach this much. But then again, he also says I talk alot (pandai cakap) and that im happy go lucky (im a first year student, im supposed to be happy, arent i?) so yea... Five more weeks to go and counting. I dont know whether to feel happy or sad. Happy cos i'll finally be free, sad cos it would mean the end of my hols. Whatever it is, i'll miss the mad times the four of us trainees had together.

Shit. He's too tired to call. I dont know whether its just my imagination or does this seem to happen really often?? Maybe i should start keeping track. Then I would have some sort of concrete proof and there will be no need for an argument, i can reason it out in my head. Or maybe i just shouldnt bother and go out more. Hmmm.. the possibilities are endless. Right now, going out more seems like the best option. Seems like its been ages since i had a good chill. Seems like ages since i had a good anything. A good meal, a good nights sleep, a good time, a good chat up with my girls, a good mamak session, a good starbucks session, a good workout.. Then again, when you do nothing but work nine hours a day, six days a week with limited social contact, you tend to lose your sanity somewhat.

Screw everything.

In five weeks time, i'll be let loose. Its time to stay up all night and paint the town red before i settle back into the routine of being Lisa, the wiered, lazy, messed up hair and perpetually late for class deans list student that cant speak Chinese yet is a Chinese. And may not be on the deans list for much longer. Once again, I'm gonna say screw it. Nothing will stop me from enjoying whats left of my hols.

Two more days till the my much awaited Sunday. Maybe tomorrow we'll go to Tesco to waste yet some more time. It rained this morning when we were on the site. For lack of anything to do, and cos we are lazy bums anyway, se ran across to tesco and spent the afternoon there :). I think im a bad influence.

New Number

ANNOUNCEMENT : I have changed my phone number

Yup.. picked up my new number yesterday.. pretty funky number too .. so you can now drop me a line at

0164455636

Been a rather busy few weeks..been running short on sleep for the past couple of days ( ten hours in two days?!? ). Hate workin saturdays. This whole hols has been a rather dissappointing one so far.. or maybe its cos it just doesnt seem like a holiday at all. I get less rest than in uni. In uni, you can at least skip classes when you need to sleep.. or when you dont feel like going. Down here, no such thing. Shit, i get up earlier now than i did during term time. Sigh. Lost what little drive i had to work. Seems the other three of em feel the same way though - we spent this afternoon sittin in KFC

The Roots

Oh will somebody just kill me right now and end my thoughts.

I have come to the roots of all evil - thought and feelings. Think about it, if we were all mindless zombies, we wouldnt think, we wouldnt feel therefore we wouldnt know and we wouldnt react. We wouldnt think depressing thoughts, we wouldnt feel depressed therefore we wouldnt commit suicide. We would feel jealous, wouldnt think up evil plans and wouldnt commit robbery and snatch thefts. So there you have it. The root of evil.

We should all be mindless zombies and stay content

Oh My..

Been having a really shitty headache since last night.

Ever went out for a night of chilling, had one too many shots of whisky, a few too many beers and way, way too much vodka, only to go home feeling like shit and having the worst hangover ever? The kind where the bass just wont stop playing and the world just wont stop spinning even thought youre lying still on your bed at home. The kind where the floor jsut dont seem solid anymore to the point where you feel seasick just standing there? Yea well, i have. And last nights killer headache was worse than that.

Snuck up on me last night, just as i was about to snuggle into bed with a good book. Then boom, my head starts splitting into two and spinning at the same time. *@#$. Completely ruined my night. Worse thing was it kept me up till around 3 last night, so woke up this morning feeling absolutely shitty. Still with a nagging headache. Which has accompanied me all day. And I still cant sleep.

ARrrghhhhh.

Ahhh...

Its Monday. And thanks to Labour Day, I have no work. Two days of break instead of one. Im telling you, you dont know how important weekends are till you work eight thirty to six, six days a week. Ive been working till i dont know the days of the week anymore, Fridays and Saturdays feel like any other day..

But, Ive spent the past few nights with my friends, had plenty of sleep and am now taking a breather from everything, to prepare myself for another week ahead. Sitting in my bedroom, all clean and cool, with the air conditioning on, music playing and a hot cup of tea... ahhh.. pure bliss..

Im singing praises to the person who came up with the idea of labour day.

Anyways, went up to buy wrapping paper in Lovely Lace Gurney Plaza today. Did you know they sell wrapping paper for RM5.50 per half yard!! Gosh, thats robbery. Its enough for me to eat lunch. Do some basic math; to wrap a smallish present would roughly equate to a large McValue meal complete with a McFlurry.

Belated Birthday

Oh my... I posted up Ishuet bday pics without posting Chais.. Sorry ah...

Hadnt any connection at that time so... never got around to doing it. But now with my * ahem * new wifi spot...

Anyway, Chais bday would have been in March, but since we waited for everyone to come back and settle down after the end of the second sem of uni, we did it almost a month late.

This would be the birthday girl.

And this would not be the birthday girl. Ishuet is just very proud of the cake she baked.

In the kitchen of the new house. We had Ishuets spaghetti instead of her moms. We still think her moms spaghetti tastes better, though...

And this would be all of us, gathered once again in her house. Happy Birthday Chai :)

My Doggy

Another integral part of my life - my dogs. See stupid dog on the left and smart dog on the right.

For as long as i can remember ive always had dogs. None as stupid as stupid dog, though. She's so stupid, every night when we feed the dogs, she runs to big dogs plate and gets chased away. Even though she has her own plate. Every night. She can dig under the fence and run out, then cant figure out how to get back in. She go bit by my guinea pig. Beat that. Let this be a lesson. Never do things on the rebound. It just doesnt work. (Shes a rebound dog)Not rebound guys, rebound shirts, rebound guinea pigs, rebound dogs. Cant ever be the same.

Anyways, thats Apple as stupid dog and Rex as smart dog. But i love them anyway.. and mini pinchers arent well known for being smart.

Everythings Better When Its Free

Guess what!!

I found a free Wifi Spot!!
*Thanks Chai*

I was MSN-ing with Chai one night when she told me she found a wifi spot in her room - her wifi switch is always on, mine is usually off. That night, i unplugged my laptop, switched on my wifi and started on a quest to find wifi in my house. Like a complete idiot, i walked around in semi darkness holding a laptop in the middle of the night in my house. Anyway, idiot or not, it paid out.

I found my wifi spot!

After walking through the whole house, stubbing my toe on something and freaking myself out cos a lizard ran across my path, i found my own little wifi spot in my bedroom. Should have just started searching there and saved myself the trouble. So now, I can once again go online from my bedroom!`:) Hahaha.....screw dial up where the connection speed is in kilobytes..One drawback though. The wifi only seems to appear at certain times. Namely sometime after midnight, every night. As Terri would say, 'Ghosts, maybe??'