whOO-ly ...

This past week... has... actually been... fun?.. (as long as it lasted at least). I'll get to that part in a bit. It's been so long since I laughed. Like actually "laughed". You guys who know me would know how my laugh really sounds like. Veivern was down from Montreal or "Moch-re-aL". (And say it like you have some phlegm caught up in your throat with the "aL" part) Supposedly, that's how they pronounce it in French. French has the worse grammar to learn apparently. She arrived on the morning of 24th at about 1.30 am in front of the house in the snow. The taxi dude had no friggin initiative to help us with her bags. But all that mattered was that she came! Weeeee!~ So i gave her tuna sandwich because she was so hungry after a bloody long flight. It wasn't literally long but there were babies that wouldn't shut up on the 6 hour flight. I so know what she means. They don't cry. They friggin' whine and scream and just irritate the shit out of you.

Anyway, here are the 7 things we think needs some "tweaking"

1. We fucking speak English in an ACCENT. I swear I didn't know we had that noticeable (or in other words, unrecognizable) accent at that. We were comparing our experiences you see. We had VERY similar ones for this area. Questions like "So, WHY do you speak English?", "WHY is your English so good?" -___- Potong stim, gila babi! It's as if it's impossible for us to do so. They become even more intrigued when we say were from a public school rather than an international school. Pfffttttt...
   
   
2. We had a few words stuck in our head from certain stories. For example: (say it with me):
   "whOOO-- ly FUCK. like whOOOOOO--ly FUCK" It's our little thing. I swear, we laughed our asses off practically everywhere because of our little jokes. "Dang wangy" would be another one. (Sarat, you probably would understand this.) And last but not least: "Vweird". We had lots of others but you probably won't get them. You really needed to be there to really know why it was SO friggin' funny.
   
   
3. Christmas is friggin boring in Western countries. Every friggin store is CLOSED. PO.TONG.STIM. Malls and shops close at 6pm on certain weekdays. I mean. It's not like we need to go shopping every-friggin-day but the fact that everything closes so early is so putting off. Of course then, people like to look forward to Boxing Day Sales, right??
   
   
   
4. NOTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
   Boxing Day Sales are OVER-RATED.
   No shit. We were out all weekend. We were
   D-I-S-S-A-P-P-O-I-N-T-E-D.
   We were all ready to go shopping crazy but it was deeply unsatisfying, especially when you have to convert Canadian dollars to Ringgit. whOO-ly FUCK la. We hunted all round Metrotown and Robson St but to no avail. The only thing that may have lifted our spirits is to know that Coach bags and other nonsensical priced branded brands are NOT. and I repeat. NOT. dollar-for-dollar like other things here. The most expensive bag we saw was about $300. Not badddd, right?
   
   
5. If the dissappointing sales weren't bad enough, the "Chinese" homey-ness was getting to us. Every-fuckin-place was littered with Chinese. Not to say were not Chinese or that we hate the food (because we absolutely L.O.V.E. the food) But the attitude is friggin the same everywhere la... Old aunties rushing for the cheap deals. People pushing you round and stepping on your toes and not a word of sorry? Thank you but no thank you. If I had a chance, I'll gladly stay anywhere - ANYWHERE - where there won't be any Chinese. Mars would be cool, no?..
   
   
6. Western countries are so in need of "mamaks". Think about it. Our day only starts at 3pm. We sleep when people wake up! Once the sun comes up, we creep into bed. We eat our breakfast when people are preparing dinner (or supper as they call it)** dinner means lunch. - Vweird, I know!** and we stay up all night tapping away at our laptops while wasting electricity as the television is just on. This is basically what we did on rest days here. Our lives back home weren't that different. We wake up, eat lunch because it's around lunch time, head out to the mall or wherever that suits your mood (and not the weather), come back, eat dinner (or have dinner out depending on the days) and then head out again at midnight to the mamaks or for a few games of pool. You know what?... I haven't played pool or foosball is almost a year. whOOOO-ly FUCK. Like. whOOOOO-ly FUCK. That is a fucking long time. And there isn't a bloody arcade nearby at all. Shit.
   
   
7. In our 19 years of life, we have NEVER checked the weather forecast like how we have done so here. It's so depressing, no? Watching weather. Jeez.
   
   

It was fun while this week lasted, really. Vei... it was so nice having you over! I hope you had fun. Next time, I'll be the one coming over to Moch-re-aL! Hopefully in the last 2 weeks of April! At least then, I have something to look forward to!"

What are you guys up to for New Year's?

Reliving moments

Do you know that word?

The word you can only say in French?

Déjà vu?

According to Wikipedia, (and what will we do without wikipedia?) Déjà vu is also called paramnesia. It is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously (an individual feels as though an event has already happened or has happened in the near past). Sometimes, you relive a moment in your life from a dream.

I've had a couple of "relived moments". It is a little eerie I must say but at the same time, it's interesting. I find it so interesting because you think you've seen this scene or relived this scene before but your mind is so blank you're unsure of anything at that moment. It makes you think whether you've just predicted the future. But that "uplifting" moment only lasts so long. And once again, were back to living our lives as it always was: living in present day, regretting past actions and trusting what some may call "gut feeling" with lingering hope of a better future. Do you agree?

But here's a question to ponder... From the events that you remember (or think you remember), is it necessarily true that it happened? Or do you want to believe that it did? I know you want to say that you remember it, so it definitely happened. But if you were to conduct an experiment on yourself by watching say.... a movie or whatever. And then question yourself what you saw in the movie months later (or even just a month later). You'd be surprise to compare what you "remember" and what you "think you remembered"...

I did it. So, I would know.

Mind boggling, no?

The sound of silence

It's 2.10 am on a rather dark Sunday morning. I sit here in my room, on my queen-sized bed in the middle of the night/morning in total darkness (except the light from my laptop that allows me to type out this post). I just finished watching You've Got Mail! AGAIN. I know. I've been watching it over and over and over again. I simply love that movie. Anyway, as I sit here in the almost total darkness, I hear nothing except the tapping of keypads as I write out this post.

I hate every moment before I sleep here. I am so used to hearing sounds before I sleep because back home, my windows are open rain or shine; day or night. But here, I can't simply leave the window open - not even a little peep. WHy? Because it's fcking cold, that's why! I hate the chilly winds that come in. It shivers the very bones of one's body. What I hate more than cold is the sound of silence. Do you know what I mean? That sound of nothing. It's like it's got an annoying high-pitched ring that can never go away. I absolutely hate it. I feel trapped, utterly irritated and helpless as it just can't go away. And that is why I sit on my bed writing this post about nothing and something all at the same time. Before I burn my thighs (NO, not with ultraviolet rays!) but with my laptop by writing more, I think I should stop and leave you with the lyrics of one of the best songs of the 60s and maybe of all time. (and they were more than just the Beatles of that era!-just so you know)

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

'Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turn my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never shared

No one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you"

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls

And whispered in the sound of silence

Life's a beach

Lately, things have been pretty "home-y-ish"... To be more specific, I moved out of my dorm room. It's not that I didn't like it because I really do. But I guess, on a more personal scale, I just wanted a place to "come back to" if you know what I mean (I hope you do). I live with a Caucassion family that rent out about 3 rooms.

My neighbour here is a 4th-year Business (accounting) girl from Quebec. I don't know what makes French-speaking people so sexy, (actually I do) Its just the way they speak! I find it absolutely sexy. French speaking in English is even more sexy.

Anyway, back to my life... Hmm... I wake up at about 11 am because that's the time the kids here become a lil noisy and the sun shining right at my face begins to become annoying. So, I finally get out of the bed, turn on the laptop and brush my teeth. (It's amazing how were so dependent on electronics, no?..) I watched "You've got mail" and... "Sleepless in Seattle" a little while ago (Yes, I'm bumming as much as I can) and I just love those movies. I think Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks make such a good couple on-screen and even off maybe but they aren't so maybe they don't.

So... , after brushing my teeth, I check my mail and then I go out and get a bowl of muesli and milk. I watch an episode of The Tudors (which should be rated "Porn" instead of a tv series") but the point is, I have so much of time right now I am watching "legal porn on television" which is either sad or plain boring. So, once I'm done with that bowl of muesli, I decide to play the keyboard for about 2 hours because the music sheet is on my laptop and my battery dies after about 2 hours so... that's why it's only 2 hours. And then I get a snack of cranberry biscuits, and watch last night's tv shows (I'm too lazy to watch the advertisements on the tv so I end up watching the tv shows the next day withOUT the ads on my laptop) And after about 2 hours or so, I have my bath and cook my dinner. Oh and in between, the shows, I snack on Kellog's cereal or something. So far, I've cooked, french beans and egg - the way my grandmother makes it - and omellete with ham. Rest of the time, I've been a little lazy to cook, so I just have a ham sandwich.

The kids go to bed at about 8pm and that's when I come out and watch tv. (No, I don't watch the tv series with all the annoying ads) but... I watch movies! I watched Underworld yesterday. And Sleeping in Seattle the day before yesterday. And occasionally, back-to-back reruns of Friends because they are just so funny! It gets so late so early here. Okay, I know that makes no sense but what I mean is that everyone sleeps so early here that even 10pm begins to feel much later than it actually is. I creep back into my room about 11-12ish and sleep since everyone online is usually busy working.

And I repeat this whole routine the next day.
Not exactly but very nearly...
What a jolly holiday...

Of wishes and reality

I used to love it when December came. It was the month of Christmas but most importantly, it was my birthday first. But no.... apparently, I had to endure 4 grueling days of my first finals in university. Potong stim gila babi! Well anyway, as much as I wanted my birthday to be oh! so fun (considering that it's the last time I'll be called a teen), I had to spend the whole day geekily studying! Oh damnit, I feel so old now. The next birthday I have (which finals undoubtedly happens too), would be my 20th. I know everyone wants to be 21 but I was so happy (compared to now, that is) being in high school. The thrill of everything we ever did in the past was because it was ILLEGAL for us to do so. There is absolutely no fun in anything being legal (the more fun ones at least).

On a lighter note of things, I had so much of spam from facebook the day BEFORE my birthday since it was already the 6th over on the East side of the globe. So many messages on my wall and in my inbox and text messages. I feel so remembered. It really made my day. Thank you all for remembering (= Well, there really isn't much to shout about. Finals came and finals went (Thank God!) And like everything else, my birthday came and my birthday went. I move out on the 16th. So, I actually have to start packing my stuff. I really hate packing. I would hate to go through all the mess in my room. I won`t be surprised to find a moldy sandwich under the bed. (NOT like there is) but you get the point. I am messy and I know it. And if you don`t like it, well, too bad for you. So let's hope being 19 will be a better -teen year shall we? I just realised that I'm one of those that doesn't want to grow up. I may want to learn new things and about the world, but by just observing what goes on, not growing up seems like the better option. I think I'm going to youtube some old cartoons. They make you laugh =)

That's all you need, right? Laughter?...