Friday, March 31, 2006

Being uptight

I've got a bad headache coming along. I can feel it. 4 days eating turkey-lurky and this is what I get... maybe I should revert back to chicken licken. Chicken licken never gave me any problems or should I say chicken lickin?

Last night I nearly spent 2.75 at Blockbusters - I wanted to rent Basic Instinct so I would have an idea of what Basic Instinct 2 will be like - but alas, someone else had the same idea. Went home disgruntled. I'm always disgruntled when I don't get what I want. Turned on the TV and Channel 4 announced that they would be showing Basic Instinct at 10. Yes!!! Thank you God that I didn't waste 2.75! If I hadn't read the entire script online just hours before, I would have hidden behind three cushions with my fingers in my ears while watching it but because I did, even when the music when "Jeng, jeng, jeng!" (evil's entourage sort of music) I wasn't scared :) The best part about the whole thing was Sharon Stone. Her character oozed charm, charisma and cunning. Like a panther stalking its prey. The worse was everything else. Although I still think Sharon Stone is fabulous, as I was walking in today I asked God, "Why did I thank you for Basic Instinct being on Channel 4 last night?" Was I grateful that I saved 2.75? That I got what I wanted? That after reading the script I got to see what it looked like? The whole film was about seduction, deception and murder. Throw in fits of jealousy, anger, guilt, a pack of lies, cruelty, envy, a barrell of lust, self-reliance, indifference and violence and you'll just about get what it was promoting. At the end, I'm just grateful that it's not by works or by my own hand that I am saved. Man, if it were by works, I would have gone "Stuff this" and given up a long time ago. I wouldn't recommend it even for the infamous scene where Sharon Stone is being interviewed by the cops. By the way, I'm starting to use the word 'film' more than movie. I'm being British-ised!!!

I was thinking about this whole 'watershed' idea; channels are not allowed to show explicitly violent/ sexual programmes before 9pm. How effective is it? You can get more porn on postcards that anyone can buy in any old tourist shop right next to the magnets and cute, stuffed teddy bears wearing 'I Love London' emblazoned on their sweaters. Twisted, we are.

Saw Carly's wedding dress today. Can't give anything away but I'll tell you this, it's white. if you're getting married anytime soon and have a bit more cash to splash on made to fit wedding dresses, go here.

Church politics

Read Objectzero's entry on "Sorry, my church no air-conditioning. God did not vote for it."

Church politics is always SUCH a sensitive topic and it makes it harder to engage because people don't necessarily get wiser as they get older; they just get better at making excuses which, is ironic because when we were kids, we were told that adults didn't like to hear excuses, especially in school when we had not finished our homework. Maybe they don't like it because it reminds them of themselves... The society here makes it much easier to voice our own opinions whether in school, about politics or in church. Maybe it's because we don't feel like we have to walk on eggshells around 'grown ups' all the time. In Malaysias it's about respect. You respect your elders by listening, nodding, not questioning in such a way that might undermine their authority. You respect by asking permission to ask permission. I guess the adjustment lies in the timing; when will I be perceived a grown up? If I am, then my parents friends will be considered my equal and my voice will hopefully count as much as theirs. However, if I am perceived as a kid trying to fill Daddy's shoes, I'll get a lot of backs up and noses might snub me as 'the kid who went overseas and now thinks she's better than the rest of us.' As much as the culture of respect can cause individual problems in Asian countries during the shift from kid to adult, in many ways, respect is very much needed in England. Kids who think they can sue their parents for not giving them pocket money need a good and hard spanking. And here I'll just state for the record that I'm in support of spanking and I don't think legislation should dictate how we raise our children (unless of course the child is being neglected or abused) and should definitely not dictate whether we have the 'right' to spank or not.

Church politics... more fur might fly.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Ze invasion of ze married people!!!!

Run for your lives, People get married. I'm the kind of person who doesn't need to stay in touch to have good friendships. Many of my good friends, I hardly see but when we do meet, it's easy to pick up from where we left off, regardless of opinion change, health change and as it seems more prevalent in 'my' time, status change. It's scarily funny (or not funny at all) that slowly but surely, the thing to accesorise your latest handbag with is... a baby, toddler or two or both. It freaks me out when I go on Friendster and friends list their status as 'married' one month and 'in a relationship' the next. Are they in a relationship with the same person? Did their marriage get annulled? And what does domestic partnership mean to a Malaysian? I know what it means here; it's everywhere but I've always had double standards when it comes to London vs Kuching. Or maybe it's not 'double-standards' just different expectations based on culture and social norm I guess. I can't imagine any of my homies being less than goody-goody. Correction. I don't want any of my homies less than goody-goody, except when I don't want goody-goody talk. Oh dear. But I know they're not and it's not like a big, bad thing but hey, I'm not goody-goody? Or am I?

Take a simple situation, ummm, trying to think of one without offending anyone. See, that's a Malaysian trait. What if they think this and that? I don't personally care what they think but I still don't want them to be offended. No use making people cry; cos then work just slows down so maybe looking for an example's a lost cause.

I might feel better after having coffee and lunch with Carly later but hey, she will soon be getting married too.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Ducks and horses

I ate duck noodles last night with David at Won Kei in Chinatown after dancing. Gabriel and Hoong Wai decided to give it a miss which, was such a pity cos the food was fab! Mmmmm... ooooooh.... it was a plate of the greasiest, crispiest noodles and the fattest duck leg you could ever imagine. There was probably only an ounce of meat on this thing and the rest was pure, unadulterated fat :) I was devouring a plain, sweet roll, purchased at Kowloon bakery just minutes before, whilst David ordered - cos I can only speak Hokkien - and the waiter turned, looked at me and asked, "Hungry hah?". Doh, yeah. I thought of giving him a look, one of those I-am-wondering-what-you-taste-like looks but I did want my duck noodles so I resisted. I dreamt about eating duck noodles 2 nights ago so last night, my dreams were fulfilled... very little keeps me happy. After dinner, which cost an amazing 4 pounds (only!!) I walked back to Kowloon bakery to buy another sweet roll for myself, a sesame seed red bean bun for Elena and a chestnut swiss roll for Sarah, of which I ate half... Chinese food is GGGGRRRR(eat)!!!! See, even g-r-e-a-t has 'eat' in it! Proof that greatness is in eating or in what one eats. Eel, camel, ostrich...

Last night I dreamt about horses. I dreamt that there were 2 huge horses, a light chestnut and a grey, both stuck in the mud at risk of drowning; the grey was much bigger than the chestnut and was stuck much further out in the lake. These horses were about 3 times the size of 'regular' 16hh horses so very very big - like elephants. Elephant-sized horses were what they were. And this morning, on my way to work, I saw 2 mounted police on a grey and light chestnut respectively!!! Deja vu.

Tonight I'll be going to Gwil's to watch I don't know what.

SPRING IS HERE! It has brought with it, its fair share of rain but at last I can start wearing sandals. I will be going to Word Alive (Spring Harvest) in less than a week so I won't be blogging then.

Dance, dance, dance some more

Dancing has taken over - aaaahhhhh!!!!! When I walk in to college I tell myself that if I were on the dance floor, my shoulders would be down, my chest raised and my chin parallel to the floor and then I do just that. I embarrassed Elena by taking a trolley instead of a basket when we went shopping and then using the trolley as my 'partner' as I waltzed, knees bent, hips over knees and back bent backwards down the aisles of Tesco. There were only about 5 items in my trolley. Another time (which I still do) is borrow a stuffed toy-Reggie and practise my steps with him. So, Reggie's been through rhumba, samba, waltz, tango, slow fox, fast fox, cha cha... everything except the quickstep. He's even 'taken up' hip hop and likes house music.

I looked at the Butlin website and there might be a chance to catch some moves in the Red dance 'club' besides terrifying myself with massive waterslides and crazy water rafting. Olly wants to go on a water raft with me. Apparently the last time he went on a raft with Toovey, they got stuck (STUCK???!!!???) and the management had to shut the system down to get them out? Do I really want to go on a water raft with Olly? Might just bring a dramatic end to my short life. Hey, go out with a bang right?

I found a quotation by Rev Bob Gardiner, of Harrow Baptist Church (the church Norman Kember goes to) today, "The Gospel makes us all take impossible risks for the Kingdom. People need to choose whether they want to sit and wait or make a difference." Coolios.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Samba and sambal

Samba: A Brazilian ballroom dance of African origin

Sambal: A spicy condiment used especially in Indonesia and Malaysia, made with chili peppers and other ingredients, such as sugar or coconut.

The S+S 'theory' represents two of my pleasure in life; eating and dancing. I would love to be a whale; they eat seafood everyday, dance underwater, dive, swim, play. I went dancing last night and learnt Rock and Roll and Samba til my knees were sore, my lower back was aching and my thighs felt bruised yet that felt so good! I've also lined up a private lesson with John for mid-April and hope to learn more Quickstep then. This morning, my boss called and asked if I could come in early to cover someone's shift. Oh, I wanted to say no because my whole body was crying out to go back under the covers to sleep but as I will be stopping shifts after this week, I thought the extra money would come in handy. Even as I grumbled in my mind about covering shifts, I felt a sense of assurance that God knows exactly how much I need.

I used to think that I would be happy living in a hole of a house because material possessions didn't mean anything to me. Over the last week, I alarmingly discovered that I want material security in this world; I want property, finances, a boat maybe... and I was getting frazzled because I couldn't have that 'security' NOW. I can't tell where the shift happened, perhaps gradually from my first year at Kings. I want to recapture that "I'll go anywhere for You" attitude I had. I am still interested in mission work but as I plan for a Masters and BVC and pupillage in London, my once dreams of travelling to/ living in another country seem further and further away. I used to think that after my degree, I'd go straight into the mission field. My problems then were that my parents wouldn't approve and that I was obliged to provide for them financially which, I wouldn't have been able to do as a missionary. Halfway through my second year, I thought it might be nice to qualify as a lawyer before going into the mission field but in my head, qualifying meant having a law degree and legal experience. In the summer I was drawn back to my homeland and thought that I could really serve back home and maybe even work but it was a fleeting thought and when my dad proposed that I go home after my third year a few months later, I refused vehemently. I wanted to stay and work or go to Bible college before embarking to Mongolia. A few weeks after strongly opposing going home, after advice from friends I gave in to the idea of going home and really got into the idea of being able to lead my youth group back home and going to baking school while preparing myself to go to Mongolia. In fact, I had never felt more sure of anything and I felt that that was where God wanted me to be. Come Christmas, my dad said that he would prefer me to stay on in England to do the BVC to 'properly' qualify as a lawyer before going home to maybe become a judge. I was staggered. I thought I had climbed the last hurdle in agreeing to return home and now my plan (which wasn't really my plan at all) was turned on its head. I agreed to try sign up for the BVC but as my parents left it til December to tell me, the dateline was too near and I felt that it wouldn't be worth the money. So my options for next year was either work (and work permits are hard to get) or study another year. I have chosen the latter and am now waiting to see what the next round holds for me.

Maybe God is shaking me up so that I'll have to relinquish control. But saying I trust God is only that start. Not only do I have to trust God, I have to trust that He knows what is best for me regardless. It's not an "I trust You if this happens" relationship, it's more "Hey, I trust you even though I feel so unsure."

Lots and lots of good things have happened to me this academic year; I've picked up ice skating, ballroom dancing, finally got people to wear shirts I've designed (I've produced another 2 creations), worked hard, played hard, had a party on a boat, got over certain people, got to know others and have been introduced to Krispy Kremes.

I have many loves, enjoy many things and take interest in many more but the over arching reason that makes my life worthwhile is the pleasure of knowing God, of continuing to know Him, to continue being revealed to and revealed by Him and in being known by Him; all things which would have been, are and will continue to be impossible on my own accord. What makes life go best? God does.

Fast food

We all want quickies and we all get jealous when others get the quickies we want. A quick buck, a short cut, a fling, the fast track, an instant win. However, why is it that whenever we try to take quickies, short cuts lead to detours, our flings leave emotional and even physical scars and our quick buck is taxed in such a way that we don't have much to show for it??? How do we go about being satisfied with who we are without getting green-eyed, black-hearted or red-faced in indignation? Do we think of the things in life that give us pleasure? Wine and tea have to be brewed, yogurt is fermented, perfume is the result of slow extraction, yeast takes time to work the dough to give us bread, drinking water is distilled, health is a way of life and practice makes perfect. It's HARD WORK isn't it??!!??

By the way, if you like chicks (the non homo sapien kind) and cats, go to Leo.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

A Wonderland party

Lucy's birthday yesterday had everyone dressing up as a Disney character. I went as the Mad Hatter, Elena went as the Cheshire Cat and Jon Haines went as the White Rabbit and the best thing about our costume choice was that we were all from Alice in Wonderland! There was an 'Alice' there as well so it was a nice group of crazy people. Unfortunately, Elena and I both forgot to bring cameras so we were very sad indeed. If I can get pics from other people's digital cameras then I'll put some pics up later. Lucy went as Belle, Jon Gray as Cogsworth and Peter as the Beast but as nice as Lucy's dress was, I still think the Wonderland posse was the best. I went to RML with my costume cos it was just before the party and no one commented on my stripy, knee high socks coupled with tweed shorts, bow tie and red waistcoat, not to mention the flamboyant and loud flowery coat. When told that we were going for a fancy dress party afterwards, some told me that they thought I was just 'dressing up.' Awesome. I've got my own style. If only it didn't look like the Mad Hatter.

I'll be going dancing tonight.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006


Have been feeling incredibly slumpy the last month. Maybe it's time to start mending fences... I could make a "My name is Earl" list and tick them off one by one. What do you think? I think most of you, if I know you, will be on that list. Probably some more than others. Probably some a lot more than others.

I want a change of scenery.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Happy Birthday to me me me

No not yet, but soon and I'll be 22. 22!!! There was a time when I thought that by 22 I would have my own business and income and everything else. Apparently not. Maybe I should do something special for my 25th, if I'll still be in London but then most of my friends now wouldn't be in London by then so I'll just have a party for one :) This year, I'll be going to Word Alive and celebrating my birthday (early) there and then coming back and celebrating it again on my birthday. I wanted to buy fireworks for it but I don't know when I'll be able to fit them in.

I was thinking about being self-sufficient last night, the point being, I'm not but I have been trying to make it on my own. Trying to ensure and insure my own future next year, my own job, my own life. That only creates problems such as,

"What if my plan fails?"
"What if no one wants to hire me?"
"What if my CV is not impressive enough?"
"What if the college doesn't think I can do it?"
"What if...?"

I dislike 'what ifs.' I make it a point to do everything I've ever wanted to do just so that I will not look back with regret and ask, "What if?" That said, the list is never ending and always growing.

I had to deal with a really nasty 'customer' on the phone today. *&#"*??!!? @&*#*"@!! *#*%$*??!! %*~£*!!! Go away.

Monday, March 20, 2006

In the zone

A horse that's moving between a trot and a walk is said to be in the zone. Although I'm not a horse, I am certainly in the zone. Saturday's party was great and London is so pretty. There were a few personal tweaks I would have made to the situation because someone or some twos had been drinking. If I had been more high-strung I might have made a jump for it or stuck to Sean like glue but because I was 'in the zone' I really couldn't care less. I wonder what Tom S's like to talk to when he's not wasted...

I cleaned the whole house on Sunday and made American pancakes for the first time and found out where Carolina is on the map, where Chicago is and that Miami is not the capital of Florida. Tom B came round after lunch and we had a "How do you put it?" a grand time.

Malaysia has been playing England in badminton and we've won!!!! Who's we? Is we Malaysia or England? Aaaahhh! Malaysia is the team, women's single and men's double gold medallist yay! Am currently watching men's floor gymnastics and it just amazes me how much power goes into a 6 foot man propelling himself off the ground and then going on to double twists and tucks and the lot. Ooooh it's another Malaysian on the screen. The Commonwealth reminds me more of Malaysians in sport than the Olympics do.

My exams are round the corner and I have to kick myself out of the zone else I'll be in serious trouble. The weather is still so cold and I don't want to go outside but am eating like a horse hence putting on weight. Oh no! Have got dancing lessons tonight. Do I wash my hair today?

Saturday, March 18, 2006


I did a superhuman quiz and I'm 100 percent the Incredible Hulk. Unfortunately, I couldn't adjust the html to my blog well enough to be satisfied so you'll have to take my word for it. Sarah can vouch for me; she was there when I did the quiz.

Am going to Arleen's black tie birthday party tonight ON A BOAT and it's going to be so COLD unless it's an enclosed one. Was rummaging through my wardrobe wailing, "I have nothing to wear!!!" but eventually decided on a dress I have never worn before; lilac, full length with a split right up my thigh, bare back. Oooohhh... I wouldn't be able to dance it in, let alone eat but at least I now have a dress. Must remember to bring camera. The rest of today will be spent on tidying up the house for tomorrow, buying food and washing, conditioning and reconditioning my hair.

Tomorrow Mark and co.'ll coming round for pancake lunch and then we might go ice skating or play a round of Cranium. Wednesday's gonna be another long day for me. Working at 10.30, Academy of Art at 3, RML at 7 and Lucy's party at 10. I'll be going as the Mad Hatter. My only concern is having to stuff my oversized hat into a bag until 10pm because I don't think Alice will appreciate me walking about the Academy looking like a loony cos people at the Academy are meant to be poised and intellectual and well-dressed.

I will know whether Kings has accepted me to do an LLM next year in 8-12 weeks time.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

ANNOYED with a capital 'A'


All things weird and wonderful, they begin with 'G.' I want to be better at dancing. I want to be better at skating. I want a job that pays more. I want a pent-house suite with 3 dogs and perfectly white, leather sofas. I want to drive in London although there really isn't any point to it. I want to know how to use macro-flash in my blog. I want to lose a stone although if I did, I'd probably be underweight. I want to be a size 6 and then 4 and then 2 and then 0 and then a double 0. I want to be an awesome lawyer. I want to cook better, bake better, roast better. I want to open a fudge shop. I want to know how to make homemade fudge. I want a successful business venture and be a success in my chosen career. I want (if I do) to have the best behaved kids on the block and if they're not well-behaved, they're only cool. I want to smell good, look good in person and on paper, sound good, be bad. Doesn't my life sound pathetically normal to you?

It's so easy to think that these dreams and ambitions are all that we live for, all we can live for. Take someone to an evangelistic dinner. Do we understand that life-changing, mind blowing things are happening in the spiritual realms we cannot begin to comprehend or do we think, "I've done my part in filling another table" and wash our hands clean? Has Christianity become just another lifestyle? Go to CU, go to church, Bible study, say nice things, try convert friends to this way of life... If it really is just another lifestyle, then as Christians, we are to be most pitied. Sure we'll probably live longer with the non-smoking, non-alchoholic, non-promiscuos lifestyle we've chosen but hey, what about getting ahead, huh? What about taking what I want? Isn't that the more logical conclusion to follow? Atheist friends of mine say that the Ten Commandments are irrelevant to proving the existence of God; they're just social norms. Surely the social norm would be to take for oneself; survival of the fittest. Why should we care for the elderly, the poor, the mentally impaired or children? Why do we have laws? This is one question I have been studying for the last three years and for every one answer I find, 10 questions appear.

Why as people do we want recognition on this earth, in this life? Why do we want to be remembered by people we think care for us. Will our names be passed on from generation to generation? I don't even know my grandparents' names, save one. Do I want people to nod at me in the streets as I tip my hat at them in acknowledgment? What is this that we want? To be lords and ladies, to be noblemen and women, to be held in highest esteem, to be gods. To be gods that sit on high mountains or in the secular world's case, high towers of glass and steel. To decide the fate of 'lesser mortals;' our line of employees and that of lower citizens. To influence the government, to influence politics to move our way, to be the person in charge. To have bolts of lightning in one hand whilst engaging in petty insults and finally to avenge one's dignity, status and stature by striking. As I write these words down, I am challenged. If I have surrendered my life to the one true Living God, why these feelings of discontent, of wanting more? It is proof of maturity still to come. In the movie The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, the Ice Queen promises to make Edmund king, if he obeys her. It almost parallels Jesus' temptation in the wilderness:

Matthew 4:8-10
Again, the devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor. "All this I will give you," he said, "if you will bow down and worship me."

Jesus said to him, "Away from me, Satan! For it is written: 'Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.'"

We want to be remembered but what do we want to be remembered for? Part of me thinks that I would like to be remembered for building an empire. But part of me thinks that I would rather be remembered in Heaven than on Earth. For Earth will pass away to and then any physical evidence that I had ever walked the earth will be destroyed. But imagine for a minute if you will, everyone, from Adam to the last person born on earth standing before a huge throne. Everywhere we see people, some fidgiting, some scared, some excited, all overwhelmed. And then the name roll starts. It may not be in alphabetical or chronological order or maybe it will be. As each person's name is called, they are set to one side and a gap is left where they once stood. Name after name; the person calling the names knows each name fully and each person inside out and inside everyone's minds is the silent willing on of this person standing before them to call their name.

"Please call my name."
"I'm sure I'l be next. I'm sure I'll be next."
"Oh, he got called. I'm sure I'll be called too."

As the list of names get shorter, people start to panic. There are so many people left standing, hundreds of whom you thought would have been called to the other side by now. Their desperate calls can be heard,

"Am I on that list?"
"Why haven't I been called yet?"
"I've been through so many trials, I have to get called!"
"Pick me! Pick me!"
"I'm over here! Over here!"

The list is finished and for the people left standing where they were, a feeling of dread worse than a punch in the stomach or a heartache or gall bladder stones (I hear they're excruciating so I thought I had to add them as a bad experience) or guilt or knowing you didn't pass an exam, strangles them.

"Why Lord?"
"You missed me. Oh please you missed my name. Please look again."
"Pleeeaaase. Please please, please."
"No, no, no, no, no..."

On that day, will we think of the empires we wanted to build? On that day will we bother about whether we're a size 8 or 18? On that day, will it matter that we had 2.1 children and a white picket fence that never got dirty? On that day will it matter that we had cancer for most of our adult life? Will it matter that we never had a place we could call home? That we couldn't sing in tune? That we were the best in everything we did? On that day, being remembered on earth will count for nothing. Not even a reference. On that day, what will count is being remembered and rescued by the Living God. The same God who made the entire universe, who made each and every being and soul who ever walked (and even those who didn't) the earth, who caused Earthquakes to shake, trees to grow, the sun to shine, the stars to die, will be our judge. And on that day only His opinion and His verdict will count.

Matthew 7:21
"Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven."

I did not set out to make this a theological blog but even that is a hard hypothesis to make (not to bring theology into my blog) because God is at the centre of my life. I set out to rant about my day and how incomplete and worthless I felt. Ironic how I feel rebuked by myself, or hopefully God speaking through me. Christianity's appeal may not seem attractive many times, it may look hypocritical so many times and hardly worth following. But remember that as much as Christians adopt a certain lifestyle in accordance with God's will and word, Christianity is simply not just another lifestyle.

Extract from Moulin Rouge;

Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends

Friday, March 10, 2006

Law Ball tonight

I'm not going to the ball and if I had a dog called Bruno, I'd be a step closer to becoming Cinderella. In fact, on impulse, I might just rent Ever After; A Cinderella Story and be soppy about it. (N.B Go into the website. I'll do the girl thing and say,"Dougray Scott is sooo cute!") I went dancing for 3 hours in Marble Arch last night and returned home knackered; not knowing if I were more hungry or more tired, but my stomach won in the end. The night was divided into two, a social dance and a lesson. For the social, beginners were ushered into a large room next door whilst the intermediate and advanced were in an orange light-filled room with alternating music to cha-cha, salsa, jive, rhumba, waltz, slow fox, fast fox, tango and quickstep. At 9.30 we regrouped for lessons. I was placed in the intermediate group where we learned the Rhumba. We had to go round changing partners so that we got a feel of what it was like to dance with different people of different vertical (and horizontal) make up. The whole night was so fun! I'm definitely returning next week.

Blogthings quiz

Taken from Grillboy:

1. Your name spelled backwards: harobeD
2. Where were your parents born? Mum: Marudi, Dad: Sibu
3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? American Foxtrot steps
4. What is your favorite restaurant? Alounak
5. Last time you swam in a pool? When I was in Malayia over summer
6. Have you ever been in a school play? I was in a production of Cinderella in Primary school that never made the assembley
7. How many kids do you want? 6
8. Type of music you dislike most? Heavy metal
9. Are you registered to vote? Yes.
10. Do you have cable? What's cable? I have regular channels.
11. Have you ever ridden on a moped? Is a scooter a moped?
12. Ever prank call anybody? Several times.
13. Ever get a parking ticket? Too many times.
14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? If it were free.
15. Furthest place you ever traveled? Distance from here? Australia.
16. Do you have a garden? Yes.
17. What is your favorite comic strip? Batman.
18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem? Yes.
19. Bath or Shower, morning or night? Shower every morning. For special ocassions, a bath at night as well.
20. Best movie you have seen in the past month? Shall We Dance?
21. Favorite pizza topping? Peperoni.
22. Chips or popcorn? Chips.
23. What color lipstick do you usually wear? I wear lipgloss.
24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells? No.
25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? No.
26. Orange Juice or apple? Apple.
27. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where did you dine? Mark, Mun and Imieng and we dined in St Helen's restaurant.
28. Favorite type chocolate bar? Hersheys cookies and cream or anything Willy Wonka.
29. When was the last time you voted at the polls? Last year.
30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? Never succeeded in planting one - birds got to them first.
31. Have you ever won a trophy? English, fifth form.
32. Are you a good cook? Yeah, I would say so.
33. Do you know how to pump your own gas? The attendant does it for me, so no.
34. Ever order an article from an infomercial? No... What's an infomercial?
35. Sprite or 7-up? 7-Up.
36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work? I still do; a black T-shirt with the company name on it.
37. Last thing you bought at a pharmacy? Shampoo and conditioner.
39. Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love? I already have one true love, so bring on the cash!
40. Do you believe in love at first sight? No, because some people actually talk.
41. Ever call a 1-900 number? What's the British equivalent?
42. Can exes be friends? I don't know.
43. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital? Aunt.
44. Did you have a lot of hair when you were a baby? Not lots, not none.
45. What message is on your answering machine? The one the phone company gave me.
46. What is your all time favorite Saturday Night Live Character? What?
47. What was the name of your first pet? Buck.
48. What is in your purse? Photos of my brother. Receipts. Money.
49. Favorite thing to do before bedtime? Set my alarm clock.
50. What is one thing you are grateful for today? It's not raining! Yet.

Thursday, March 09, 2006


I taught a class my dissertation yesterday. I went through Consequentialist, Non- Consequentialist and Hybrid theories and showed that none of them were satisfactory with regards to the doctrine of mercy. Without stating too much here (just in case people from my Jurisprudence class see this and I don't want them to know what I know... yet), it was a very rewarding lesson with spider diagrams, graphs with the X and Y axes respectively in place and chicken scrawl over two blackboards. In fact, to make my dissertation insteresting, I asked Prof Campbell if I could insert graphs into it and he said yes. I then asked how much they would count for - the examiners could take a picture is worth a thousand words literally!!! - and he said each picture would count for a word which, is fine by me. I will try to refrain from drawing baboons killing one another and tearing smaller monkeys apart. Anyway, after an hour of brow furrowing, temple rubbing and pacing up and down the front of the room (I could have worn holes in the carpet but we've got hardy carpets at Kings, we do), I turned round and the class was silent. I eyed the chairs that had been empty for the last hour and thought to myself smugly that no one disagreed :)

I will be ballroom dancing again tonight; trying out a new place at Marble Arch.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Of dancing and men

I like dancing. I like doing the cha-cha, rhumba, waltz, jive, tango, foxtrot etc... (basically everything I have learnt so far) regardless of obstacles I have yet to overcome; my posture is wrong, my knees are not locked, my hips are not swaying and I can't walk the much needed 'velcro' steps. I can dance when I'm in front of myself ie a mirror but put me on the dance floor opposite Hoong Wai or Ming and I start laughing... about EVERYTHING :( !!! Everything becomes funny from the way we walk to the expression on their faces to the fact that we're not supposed to look down. I had to dance the rhumba with Hoong Wai yesterday... I felt my face turn purple even though I refused to sway my hips - or if I did, very minimally (I am after all there to dance). Dancing is about feeling your body move, about enjoying thr rhythm, about being sexy and I can't 'be sexy' in front of guys I regard as my friends!!!!! I'd rather be silly which, often times I resort to. I did find a very nice partner in Paul though. Last night was my first official foxtrot lesson and I fumbled so much I was so sure he was going to drop me *whisper*"Like Ming did"*whisper* but he didn't so I didn't feel like a dunce.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Where is my Poodle?

All pictures were taken from Google.

I've been looking for my Poodle for some time now and I still haven't found it. I wonder if I'll ever have the 6 dogs I've always dreamed of having. I've narrowed my selection down to 10 breeds. However, the more I assess this list, the more I think what I want is an impossibility. I like BIG dogs, with exception to the Basset hound and Scottish terrier. I might (just) get away having one big dog, but six?

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Hole in my pocket

I went out in search of dance shoes today. Proper Ballroom/ Latin shoes are different in that their soles are made of suede and the whole shoe is flexible so as to give high support for the dancer who has to go through vigorous paces. Dance shoes cost at least 40 pounds. For someone who buys her shoes at warehouse/ closing down sales for a tenner, 40, probably more, is a lot of money. If I can guarantee that I'll be learning dancing at least another year then they might be worth it. I guess even if I went back to Malaysia, Selina could teach me... I believe lessons in KL are RM80 per hour! A few people have suggested I join the beginners' competition this month. This month! Although it would be nice to think I could (and I probably could but would be really rubbish so no point really going for competition when one should only join competitions to win, although having said that, the experience could prove invaluable as well), I had to decline. I don't think they were being entirely serious anyway. I might join the Beginners' competition next year if I succeed in my Masters application.

Other than that, tonight there will be a dinner talk at St Helens, which gives me a chance to dress up :)

My mind is kind of full - or kind of empty, depending on which perspective you decide to take up - of Law Philosophy so I don't really want to try to sound smart, spouting philosophical mumbo-jumbo in case it gets lost in the air and doesn't come back into my brain. Dancing society is on at 4pm and if HW says my shoes and dress doesn't match, I might run down the Strand looking for a shoe shop.