Aww Stephen Colletti youre breaking my heart. You and Lauren Conrad have to get back together, you just have tooooo. Youre my only hope to ever believe in love and mankind again.
While this song inflates my cardiac muscle with sadness like a hot air balloon. Or maybe Im confusing it with my inflammed esophagus. Im having chest pain and trouble swallowing for 3 days now. Like something is caught in my throat. Future doctors reading this, should I be worried yet?
Open letter to room 703
Sunday, April 27, 2008
11:22 AM
Dear girl next door,
I hope this letter finds you in the pink of health. I am writing to voice out my displeasure of your behavior of late.
Firstly, I would highly appreciate it if you stop smoking like a chimney on your balcony. I dont want to die early from your secondhand smoke. Nor do I want to suffocate to death from closing the window at all times. I honestly dont get what it is with you Koreans chick. I think youre really pretty but you must be pretty stupid thinking that smoking give you a cool edge. The only edge it gives is the one you jump off from because you are basically commiting suicide at the rate you are going with those cancer sticks. In honest truth I dont really care if you have lung cancer and die a painful death but its the fact that you are killing me in the process is what I have a problem with. So if can you please go kill the neighbor on your other side of the house and stop smoking when the wind is due east, that will be peachy.
I love me some Britney Spears once in awhile and I kinda liked you when you were playing Britney circa 2001 at full blast at 4 pm. But when you start playing it at 4 in the freaking morning, I began plotting ways on how to kill Britney, her babies, your stereo, and most importantly, you and make it look accidental. Like push you down the emergency staircase or release carbon monoxide into your room from your balcony or leave a Kit Kat laced with potassium cyanide in front of your door. Logically, I probably wont so instead Im going to stare at the back of your head when we meet in the elevator and imagine frying your brains with laser beams I wish I have.
THE girl next door...you know, the nice, wholesome Betty Cooper like.
I hope this letter finds you in the pink of health. I am writing to voice out my displeasure of your behavior of late.
Firstly, I would highly appreciate it if you stop smoking like a chimney on your balcony. I dont want to die early from your secondhand smoke. Nor do I want to suffocate to death from closing the window at all times. I honestly dont get what it is with you Koreans chick. I think youre really pretty but you must be pretty stupid thinking that smoking give you a cool edge. The only edge it gives is the one you jump off from because you are basically commiting suicide at the rate you are going with those cancer sticks. In honest truth I dont really care if you have lung cancer and die a painful death but its the fact that you are killing me in the process is what I have a problem with. So if can you please go kill the neighbor on your other side of the house and stop smoking when the wind is due east, that will be peachy.
I love me some Britney Spears once in awhile and I kinda liked you when you were playing Britney circa 2001 at full blast at 4 pm. But when you start playing it at 4 in the freaking morning, I began plotting ways on how to kill Britney, her babies, your stereo, and most importantly, you and make it look accidental. Like push you down the emergency staircase or release carbon monoxide into your room from your balcony or leave a Kit Kat laced with potassium cyanide in front of your door. Logically, I probably wont so instead Im going to stare at the back of your head when we meet in the elevator and imagine frying your brains with laser beams I wish I have.
And whatever your domestic problems with your bf are, I would have preferred the sound of your lovemaking with the occasional slaming on our shared wall than you bickering at the top of your lungs at 5 am when I am just about to doze off after a long stressful night of model-making. I would have shouted every vulgar words I know in your direction except for the fact that I dont know how to shout. So last night I cried myself to sleep instead. Granted I may be hormonal during these times, but I still hate you for making me shed unnecessary tears.
However, eventhough you are obviously dimmed on basic neighbour etiquette, I must commend you on your culinary skills. From what I can smell apart from your cigarette smoke, you have quite a talent with roast beef. Always make me starve for red meat especially when you are cooking in the wee hours of the morning. It makes me wonder though, do you sleep at all? If not how do you keep your flawless skin and not have eyebags? Because I usually breakout and have panda eyes if I stay up for many nights in a row. Right, it must be those heavy makeup you wear.
Lastly, I hope you dont take this letter personally. Its not your fault that you are stupid.
Sincerely,THE girl next door...you know, the nice, wholesome Betty Cooper like.
Hello again sunshine
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
2:08 AM
Im aware that PMS has probably been exhaustively discussed elsewhere but Im just going to throw my 2 cents on the topic here. Besides $0.02 is rounded down to zero at any shops anyway so my thoughts really amount to *gasp* nothing! Nevertheless, guys might want to stop reading here if the word "period" makes you uncomfortable otherwise continue reading to get a few insights on the complicated matter that is PMS. Meanwhile girls can read on with comfort in knowing that you are not alone.
A decade from my first menses and I can say that I am still learning new things about my body and hormones. Last week I was feeling really lazy, I mean really lazy, more so than usual, that I couldnt sit at the study table for more than 10 minutes without getting bored. A few clicks on google I found that difficulty in concentrating and decrease interest in usual activities are among the symptoms of PMS. And a few days ago I pulled a hamstring while...showering. Dont ask, but its taking a long time to recover than normal. Every woman has different symptoms but I have had my fair share of PMS; breakouts, overeating, irratibility, bloating, muscles aches, social withdrawal, angry outburst, depression, mood swings etc. And to find out that I am still experiencing new symptoms after so many years is a wonder to me.
Its awesome being a girl and having an excuse to blame everything on hormones. But notice how it is only okay if we were giving that excuse but the minute someone dismiss our action or emotion to being hormonal, we take offense?
But I completely forgot about the reminder I put on my handphone that went off yesterday and it said "Deal with it". I did it during my PMS last month when I was feeling so hopeless. I had figured then that I would be hotheaded and bitchy and see the world in the most negative possible terms again in the following month so I decided to remind my future self to hold herself together. And I have to tell you, I immediately snapped out of the funk I was feeling this week.
Its human nature I guess not to listen to advices by someone else especially when you just want to be left alone. But maybe some of the girls might want to try what I did; leave monthly reminder on a week before your period with encouraging words. The benefit is you can prepare yourself for a potentially tense week, take a step back when youre feeling the murderous temper seething in and see that in a couple of days, things will be different. Plus you wont snap or bite the person trying to help you head's off because the person is YOU. Killing the messenger wont work because the messenger is your handphone. Unless of course youre so frustrated at that time and throw your phone to the wall. I hold no responsibility if that happens of course. ;)
In a way, I think Im over PMS. Well until next month at least. Uuu, tshirt slogan! Im over PMS until my next booty call. Get it? Booty, vagi-- okkk scratch that.
Anyway, give it a try. I might just found the cure for PMS. lol.
Footnote: Its the little things that can change your whole day.Today I found that my dad's technician evidently installed Need For Speed Most Wanted on my laptop when I gave it to reformat last summer. Had me in giggles for awhile because one, random! and two I have noho idea whatsoever how to play it. Help?
A decade from my first menses and I can say that I am still learning new things about my body and hormones. Last week I was feeling really lazy, I mean really lazy, more so than usual, that I couldnt sit at the study table for more than 10 minutes without getting bored. A few clicks on google I found that difficulty in concentrating and decrease interest in usual activities are among the symptoms of PMS. And a few days ago I pulled a hamstring while...showering. Dont ask, but its taking a long time to recover than normal. Every woman has different symptoms but I have had my fair share of PMS; breakouts, overeating, irratibility, bloating, muscles aches, social withdrawal, angry outburst, depression, mood swings etc. And to find out that I am still experiencing new symptoms after so many years is a wonder to me.
Its awesome being a girl and having an excuse to blame everything on hormones. But notice how it is only okay if we were giving that excuse but the minute someone dismiss our action or emotion to being hormonal, we take offense?
But I completely forgot about the reminder I put on my handphone that went off yesterday and it said "Deal with it". I did it during my PMS last month when I was feeling so hopeless. I had figured then that I would be hotheaded and bitchy and see the world in the most negative possible terms again in the following month so I decided to remind my future self to hold herself together. And I have to tell you, I immediately snapped out of the funk I was feeling this week.
Its human nature I guess not to listen to advices by someone else especially when you just want to be left alone. But maybe some of the girls might want to try what I did; leave monthly reminder on a week before your period with encouraging words. The benefit is you can prepare yourself for a potentially tense week, take a step back when youre feeling the murderous temper seething in and see that in a couple of days, things will be different. Plus you wont snap or bite the person trying to help you head's off because the person is YOU. Killing the messenger wont work because the messenger is your handphone. Unless of course youre so frustrated at that time and throw your phone to the wall. I hold no responsibility if that happens of course. ;)
In a way, I think Im over PMS. Well until next month at least. Uuu, tshirt slogan! Im over PMS until my next booty call. Get it? Booty, vagi-- okkk scratch that.
Anyway, give it a try. I might just found the cure for PMS. lol.
Footnote: Its the little things that can change your whole day.Today I found that my dad's technician evidently installed Need For Speed Most Wanted on my laptop when I gave it to reformat last summer. Had me in giggles for awhile because one, random! and two I have noho idea whatsoever how to play it. Help?
Screw the colours and rainbows
Sunday, April 20, 2008
9:02 PM
Im feeling crappy and crabby. Lets just say Im channeling my inner Peyton Marie Sawyer (pms).
Ive given you fair warning, now run.
Ive given you fair warning, now run.
Of love, hope, wants and needs.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
11:52 PM
The weather has been sucky these few days. But today I was woken up by the sun shining thru the blinds and for a moment I hoped it was meant especially for me. But of course it rained again in the evening.
Random splurges for art supplies at Gordon Harris are not therapuetic. $13 uhu stick made me feel guilty but not with pleasure unlike a new pair of shoes would. Today I needed that so called retail theraphy in Queen st but of course there wasnt a thing I loved enough to splurge for.If life was a movie or a second rate novel, the guy I loved would fall for me in the end only to find that I have moved on.
I loved David Archuleta but dude is getting boring by the week. But theres no one else left that I really like on AI, Brooke White and Jason Castro are entertaining but probably not great enough to win the whole shindig. And I HATE David Cook on principle.
I need a free software that copies all songs in your ipod to your itunes.
Naive is the guy across my building who cleaned his window this morning when there were still dark clouds in the sky. Hopeful is me believing that every person has a good heart, and needing to find excuses for them when it turns out they dont. Or did I get the two mixed up?
I just figured out why I eat more here than I do at home. I find that my self esteem kick up a notch everytime I return here. My foodbaby can hang a bit over my belt line and I would still feel confident because stick-thin-perfection is not that apparent and wanted for here as it is in Msia.
My old roommate is moving from US to be with his bf here. Im cynical enough to know that they wont last, but romantic enough to hope that they will.
Why do guys always want the obvious girls? The girls who stand out in the crowd but their personalities blend with the bland walls.
I want to write more, but I need to go pee. This cold weather is killing me with the bathroom breaks.
Love ,
Reen.
Bleeker is the coolest geek foshizz
Friday, April 11, 2008
4:23 PM
I know its probably late in the game, but I LOVE Juno and ADORE the soundtrack. The songs are very quirky and innocent with hints of honesty and sweetness. The lyrics are catchy, simple yet not shallow. Go download if you like an easy listen. My fav song below:
Some snow would be nice
Thursday, April 10, 2008
12:02 AM
So there goes my birthday.
I would also like to wish fellow April-ians, (April-ish? April-nese? April-ite?) turning 22 this year: Faliq, Aishah Kecik, Meon, Iday, Syafiq, and my kembar tapi tak serupa Leighton Meester, who plays Blair Warldorf in GG. If youre reading this, a Very Happy Birthday!
Bye-bye birthday, come again another year ok.
This year it fell on a Wednesday. I always get more excited in the every few years that 9 April happened to be on a Wednesday. (I was born on a Wednesday, hence my name starting with the letter R for Rabu. Paternal family tradition thing. Dad was born on Khamis and so forth...). However this year it also fell on the week before mid semester break where everyone is busy with tests and assignment. So I wasnt expecting anyone to remember, let alone have the time to celebrate it (I was prepared with my 3 scoops of chocolate sundae to celebrate by myself!).
But I was pleasantly surprised! So THANK YOU to everyone for the warm wishes, Shadha for hosting the party, Shamaz for organizing it, Kina for the super delicious cake, everyone who brought food, presents and took the time to come. Your thoughts counted big time. Really, really appreciated it you guys. Hugs all around. (Thanks goes to Torres and the teammates too for the awesome birthday present. yeah!)
And for the biggest surprise which definitely completed my whole day:
My favourite card yet!!! Thanks loads Rahim. Love it. You not only matched me with Justin but you also gave me a SUPER HOT BODY as well! Hahaha. Its going up my JT shrine for sho. And needless to say, you will now forever have my blessings. ;)
I would also like to wish fellow April-ians, (April-ish? April-nese? April-ite?) turning 22 this year: Faliq, Aishah Kecik, Meon, Iday, Syafiq, and my kembar tapi tak serupa Leighton Meester, who plays Blair Warldorf in GG. If youre reading this, a Very Happy Birthday!
Bye-bye birthday, come again another year ok.
THE LIST
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
10:59 PM
So I went to read my old blog at fs. I had this list I did on my birthday in 2006 of 20 things that should happen in my 20s. Thought I share it here and see which ones Ive achieved now that it has been 2 years.
1. Be more responsible ie. manage time carefully, etc. (working progress)
2. Care more abt my appearance in public. (pending until - refer to #4)
3. Start saving some money. (soon! I promise. lol.)
4. Learn bout the complex art of wearing makeup (pending until I start to - refer to #2)
5. Learn how to play drums. (not yet. recently learning to play the guitar tho.)
6. Learn to speak french. (pending until refer #7)
7. Find french-speaking boyfriend to practise #5 and #6.
8. Be more informed on politics and the economy. (working progress)
9. Grow out of my ugly habit dat is procrastinating. (working progress)
10. Become a regular at one starbucks, where I'm greeted by name and can order "the usual". (recently Ive grown out of coffee but becoming dependant on energy drinks. Am now a regular at Forte Convenience store downstairs but the cute brothers have yet to learn my name. lol.)
11. Improve my cooking skills which currently are oh-so-limited. (getting better)
12. Join a dance class. (joined salsa last year. fun!)
13. Join a rugby team. (did join a rugby club last year)
14. Travel the world. or maybe jz NZ n other nearby countries. (can scratch Aussie off my list)
15. Break a bone - my own, not somebody else's, although that could be interesting, doing #13 or #12. (havent happened yet thank God)
16. Fall in love. have my heart broken. move on. (a couple of crushes over the years, not much on the broken hearts front, definitely have moved on)
17. Read and understand Ulysses. (working progress)
18. Experience different part time jobs. (as of yet has already worked as a waitress, dishwasher, warehouse assistant and stocktaker)
19. Experience sky-diving, bungee, wind-surfing etc. (this year hopefully!)
20. Grow out of nsync, britney n the likes. (ha! now I have to include hannah montana and the jonas brothers)
Hmm, not much accomplishment since 06. But I still have 7 more years to complete them. So we'll see, we'll see. I hate becoming older though. When I was 12, I looked forward to the fun things I can do at 22. And now what I wouldnt give to be 12 again.
1. Be more responsible ie. manage time carefully, etc. (working progress)
2. Care more abt my appearance in public. (pending until - refer to #4)
3. Start saving some money. (soon! I promise. lol.)
4. Learn bout the complex art of wearing makeup (pending until I start to - refer to #2)
5. Learn how to play drums. (not yet. recently learning to play the guitar tho.)
6. Learn to speak french. (pending until refer #7)
7. Find french-speaking boyfriend to practise #5 and #6.
8. Be more informed on politics and the economy. (working progress)
9. Grow out of my ugly habit dat is procrastinating. (working progress)
10. Become a regular at one starbucks, where I'm greeted by name and can order "the usual". (recently Ive grown out of coffee but becoming dependant on energy drinks. Am now a regular at Forte Convenience store downstairs but the cute brothers have yet to learn my name. lol.)
11. Improve my cooking skills which currently are oh-so-limited. (getting better)
12. Join a dance class. (joined salsa last year. fun!)
13. Join a rugby team. (did join a rugby club last year)
14. Travel the world. or maybe jz NZ n other nearby countries. (can scratch Aussie off my list)
15. Break a bone - my own, not somebody else's, although that could be interesting, doing #13 or #12. (havent happened yet thank God)
16. Fall in love. have my heart broken. move on. (a couple of crushes over the years, not much on the broken hearts front, definitely have moved on)
17. Read and understand Ulysses. (working progress)
18. Experience different part time jobs. (as of yet has already worked as a waitress, dishwasher, warehouse assistant and stocktaker)
19. Experience sky-diving, bungee, wind-surfing etc. (this year hopefully!)
20. Grow out of nsync, britney n the likes. (ha! now I have to include hannah montana and the jonas brothers)
Hmm, not much accomplishment since 06. But I still have 7 more years to complete them. So we'll see, we'll see. I hate becoming older though. When I was 12, I looked forward to the fun things I can do at 22. And now what I wouldnt give to be 12 again.
Love is a battlefield II
Sunday, April 6, 2008
5:24 AM
I swear this room is booby trapped. I just spilled one whole tube of uhu glue all over my carpet. One whole newly opened uhu tube I just brought from Malaysia worth RM9. Accidentally squeezed it with my knee without noticing its uncapped. Gah, bodoh la!! Maybe thats my cue for me to go to sleep already.
Can you die from adhesive poisoning? Hmm, I'll keep the windows open just in case.
Can you die from adhesive poisoning? Hmm, I'll keep the windows open just in case.
Love is a battlefield
Friday, April 4, 2008
5:29 PM
I dont know what it is with me and beds. They always fell apart on me. Last year I totally broke the bed in my previous apartment while trying to rearrange the furnitures. Like the headboard was completely separated from the bed. Today while I was pulling the drawer under my bed in this new apartment, the bracing supporting the drawer broke in half. I mean seriously, what kind of quality is this. I mean its not my fault if I was in such a hurry this morning having woke up 10 minutes before class that I yanked the drawer a teeny bit hard in frustration. Ok so maybe its partially my fault. But they should have factored in the impatient, clumsy people of the world into the designing of beds. Should they really have made the headboard and drawer so heavy yet so fragile? Nasib baik la aku tak gemok....sangat. Or I would have to sleep on the floor as a result of the bed giving way to my weight now that it has lost part of its support. At least I hope it wont. Im going to try taking a nap to be sure. Nite~
The facts were these
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
8:56 PM
Okay a breather before another assignment due on Tuesday. I went into a baking frenzy today. I am so easily influenced by television its getting scary you guys. Last time I bought a whole set of makeup from home-shopping channel. Today, I baked apple pies and peanut butter cupcakes after watching a number of mouth watering pies and cup-pies in Pushing Daisies. My new found guilty pleasure - this show and baking. Finished watching the whole first season last night (theres only 9 episodes).
The lowdown: The show is about a guy, Ned who can bring dead people to life with a touch, but kills them again with the second touch. The dead can only live for 60 seconds or someone else nearby will die in place of that previously dead person. Soooo, his deal is to run around un-killing murder victims in order to find out who killed them and collect the reward when the murderer is brought to justice. Urm, get it? Yeah I suck at storytelling but its not really that complicated. And its not as boring as Im making it sound. The show is also shot in glorious, saturated, CGI-enhanced technicolor, with the presence of a dry narrator. So its CSI meets Tru Calling meets urm, Amelie.
But bringing dead people to life is his side job. He actually owns a pie shop which is called, Pie Hole - which okay, is hilarious kot. And they called the people working there "pie holers" - which is even funnier. Orange juice went up my nose the first time I heard it. Pfft, pie holers.
To make things more interesting, you need a love story. You see, one day Ned's childhood sweetheart, Chuck was murdered. So he brought her to life but didnt have the heart to kill her back. Of course, they can never touch again. Which is heartbreaking but its all really funny I dont know whether to laugh or cry. They kiss through saran wrap, dance wearing those bee suits, and hug themselves while pretending to hug each other. Ok so maybe this show isnt for the steel hearted. Seriously sometimes I feel like dousing into a pool of vinegar just because of all the sweetness going on.
Character wise, I dont care much about the lead played by Lee Pace. And Anna Friel is really pretty in that sweet, perfect wholesome way. But my ultimate crush is Kristin Chenoweth playing the part of Olive Snook who is in love with Ned. Usually I would find her character annoying and find 100 reasons why I should hate her. It is rather out of character of me to like her really, what with the perkyness, bubble and fluff, but this woman is really engaging and funny. She had me in the second episode when she started belting Olivia Newton's Hopelessly Devoted To You - perhaps the most perfect song ever, in the middle of the restaurant. The thing she does is so ridiculous, that she is ridiculously AWESOME.
So yeah, this show is like a series of cliches and cheese but thats why its so amazing. O well, hope my gushing and apple pie made you interested enough to watch if you havent already. I need someone to make pies and squee with eveytime they mention the word "hole". Im looking at you Sheera. ;P
