ok time to lash out the checklist.

CITECT.
goodbye u mutherfreekin snobbish Mark Lim. project/presentation is done except for report and some changes in the citect.

CONTENT DESIGN.
yay presentation is over. completion is by next week, need more additions and more changes. and might i add, i hate LSL to the core. now who's with me??!

NETWORKING.
lab test just over. dono how i did. talk about this later.
+ one more project. (-_-)"
in a group of 5 people. deadline next week.

C#
(-_-)" x 100.
still pending.

MULTIMEDIA.
haf yet to start. presentation on monday. submission by next week or next next week.
stupid topic. no idea how to start.
common test somewhere around next week? or next next week uh?

TECHNOSHITS.
presentation this fri.
pending.

SLEEP.
in definite need. shall snooze away like a babi tonight.

a mix of school and electrico.

kinda sucks that u have to view the pics in a collage yeah? they're all so small and stuffs. but i have no choice at the moment cuz my multiply has a limit bandwith per month. so that really sucks. i'll upload em next month then..

Electrico had their first concert at Esplanade's recital hall. kinda like a private session, which is really cool. only had about 245 seats and the tickets were sold out. and the girl from Parking Lot Pimps sat next to me! ok wait a minute, wads her name again? vanessa? paiseh.
Amanda Ling, the keyboardist, the one felix has the hots for, opened the show for Electrico by singing a solo. her first ever i heard. She was going for that dark theme, gothic, wearing black and all. i preferred her being the keyboard chic though. but nonetheless, nice try i guess.

they did a half acoustic, half electric set. plus new songs from their upcoming album. i'm a sucker for anything acoustic, so obviously i dig the acoustic. i mean seriously, it's really gawd damn nice. probably i'll upload the vids next month.
not much pics and vids taken though. cuz photography is not allowed. naohia.... (-__- )"
should have recorded using my baby zenne. stupid me...

but anyways, thank you ok?

on some days, i feel like i'm back to square one. It's not easy to pick myself up after everything. But i'm glad that i managed. But sadly, sometimes the climb up the ladder slips up and i fall hard on the ground. And i get back up on the ladder and start climbing again, to find that someday i slip and fall one more time.

back to square one.
the road to recovery it seems.

of no relation to this entry. i love this peekcher.

sorry no updates.
nothing much to be blogging about. the daily stresses of life, education and taking care of a sick lil cutie. thats just about it.
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Happy 21^st Ah Seng KorKor.

firstly, a big YAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY cuz my darling dudut is finally home. gawd i missed her to bits. i cant stop hugging and kissing her. but she's being a bit irritating cuz she's in heat and she's marking her territory anywhere in the house.
bad news though. she still has to be put on the drip everyday for 10 mins, for 2 weeks. could be longer if by then her condition is still not back to normal. ninie's not around so me n mom had to learn how to put her on the drip.

the vet, whom i had a feeling is gay, but is nice, is called Adam. he came by our house after he closed the clinic, to teach us the procedures. now my place really looks like a hospital. with the water bag hanging off a hook and all. so tralalala, then it begins.

he told us what to do and what not to do. like dont touch the tip of the drip so as not to contaminate it and stuffs. and change the needle after every use. the needle is, quite fat. to me anyway. i hate needles. they make me squirm. we had dudut on the floor so its much easier to handle her. so anyway, i was sitting in front of him and had to hold dudut while he so coolly handled the needle. and told me how and where to poke the needle in. while i held her, he injected her and dudut mewed a little out of discomfort i guess. he said cats have a higher threshold of pain, so dudut is not feeling this.
it does not make me feel any better.

i held back tears whenever i saw her squirm around. it's just me lah, i cant face needles. it's a phobia you know? like ifah is afraid of ET, that kinda things. so i had to endure that for approximately 10 minutes and let her go. and i talked with the vet about whether she might need those drips after 2 weeks and what's her status now.

while he talked, suddenly i felt awkward. a queasy feeling at the pit of my stomach. and it quickly rushed up to my head. i let him talk to mum while i got up and walked to my room and my vision was almost blinded by nothing but whiteness and blurriness. and i lied on my bed just in time before i realised i almost fainted. took deep breaths and that feeling went away bit by bit. i'm still trembling now though. not sure whether it's because of the needles, or the idea of having to do it everyday. both reasons include needles so answer is, yeah needles. eeeeeeeks!

exaggerating hor? but true lor. lucky for me, i didnt decide to take up that nursing course. how was i to cope with blood, gore and needles nia?! i've had that phobia since young. i face injections with tears streaming down my face almost 98% of the time. jialat lei!! (-_- )"

tyu tyu tyu....
anyone knows cures for phobia of needles?

who wants to get to know this sucker?

*yawns*
had a really satisfying sleep. yesterday felt so shagged with a heavy flu-caused head, and an itchy nose that couldnt stop me from sneezing every few minutes. damn irritating.

how sad is this. NYP didnt give us a half day yesterday. and the pri, sec and probably jc i'm not sure, got half-days. eve of nation's bdae also want to count whether youth or not to give holiday meh?!
ok whatever.

pictures of yesterday yes, yes?


Jasmine and me.


Sayangku si Minah Julie. huarhahaha!


my other 2 camwhorers.


nDee didi and me.


dinner at Pastmania!


after Pastamania we hung around at Coffee Bean. madness. noisy. playing hand games, beating each other, placing imaginary bets and losers cant drink. pei er won felix 2-1 and i placed bets on pei er. we got to drink felix's banana caramel and he didnt get to, even though he was the one who bought it. hahahaha! and sharil kept laughing whenever he looked at luoyan. because she is lame. and her lameness is funny. and hung around some more until there was nothing left to do.
a pretty good start to being 20. thanks to u guys.
more pics here.
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Goodbye to the word 'teen' everytime people ask for my age. Goodbye to the teen years of my life.
For today, i am 20.
And seriously, it still feels the same.
And its a pretty good start to being a young adult.
20 IS NOT OLD U FUCKERS. hehe..
I'm still gonna be the same Uds.
i love you guys, my darlings, my 2nd family.
lots.

i sihuan!

yes nDee, there is such thing as cam-whorers. a term defined for pple like us.
p/s : i stole these from ur blog. haha! sorrie but thank you. hehe!



visited Patient Dudut earlier in the morning. poor girl, the doc said she's not eating much and she's pretty shy. a home cat, what you expect? the back of her neck was wet, due to the drip thingy. 5 more days and she's back home. yay! better prepare myself just in case we still have to put her on the drip.


darl

caught charlie and the chocolate factory with ninie last night. great movie. i especially love the oompa loompas. THEY or rather HE is soooooooooooooooo funnyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

no matter what u do or say, pple will always have something against you. that's life right? blogging is a dangerous business. u're putting yourself out there, baring your soul with words and people would just love to come by and say something to challenge u. well say whatever, cuz i dont care. im not starting another blog war, and neither am i naming names. you think i have nothing more important to do than look for something and start a blog war? im not pathetic like some people with no proper lives. dah bagus tu rahsiakan nama tau! if u feel the pinch, then thats ur problem la. thats what i always say, and its a fact. its my opinions baby. i've got a right to speak up.
nak hate tag pun, leave ur real name lah. jgn malu² ye. the more people hate tag me, the more i tink i'm hot. hahahaha! bitch-slap me for i am thick skinned!

sorry to disappoint, but i wasnt and is still not clinging on to memories of the past. tak heran laaaah! nothing good anyway. it's all been fake. i'm happier its gone actually. and oh, just for the record to people that are not my friends but yet, checking out my blog, hungry to gossip about me, pi mampos la korang. tak de keja lebih bermanfaat nak buat eh? see la, i'm too hot till people cant stop talking about me. hahaha! oh uds enough please! bitch-slap yourself!

i not here make enemies baby. i here to talk abt me, myself and i's life. you not happy, u chao. i no invite u in anyway. PEACE. hehehe~! ok now, off to hate tag someone. OOPS! haha k bad joke. uds please! bitch-slap yourself again! once is not enough!!

ok enough about that. just had supper, ninie cooked pasta for me and i washed the dishes. fine by me, cuz im no cook. i'm a taster, the new generation girl, the lazy ass bitch. had a pretty good day. laughed all the way from skool to ang mo kio mrt with the girls and a sissy. went home feeling tired because of that i guess. tired from too much laughter, now thats something.

another crap story.
my father got held at needle point in jb todae. note the word 'needle'. and it was an ah pek. he slurred and mumbled words which are neither here nor there. my father, also an ah pek, pushed the fellow ah pek and he fell down, while my dad ran away. this story is even more crappier than my mum's bangla story.

tomorrow, shoe shopping with my secondary school meimei. shoe-shopping, me likey! shopping anything, me likey too! boy-shopping, me loveee! ok that's crap la. i'm not qualified to be a high bitch yet.

i'm babbling too much craps. sleep la. see u guys, lovers and haters.
sweet nightmares.

citect common test. over. technoshit project documentation. over. sucky content design n development exam. over. time for a mini break before i start fussing over other projects again.
to start off a mini break, watched a movie. wedding crashers. its damn funny nia! i like the dinner table scene. *ROFL*
next targeted movie. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. i dig Roald Dahl.

it's funny how humans become hyprocrites. where one minute you're hate-tagging someone and bitching abt him/her behind their screens and the next minute, you're tagging praises of em and desperately wanting to link them up. i find it so sad and pathethic till it makes me laugh my guts out. i know of such a person.

i'm not surprised. it's in her blood.

Tuesday Tuesday Tuesday

oh fuck it. tmrw we're having THAT citect paper. something like ERP/Manufacturing. oh joy. i totally fucking "love" it. i "cant" wait to study. which means another night of not sleeping, and total mugging. i totally fucking love doing that.

or just totally fuck it and go to sleep when im sleepy. after all, health IS much more important isnt it? hehehehe...

i miss dudut already. the feeling of coming home without her around is very different. for 10 freaking days! hoping that she doesnt need that drip after these 10 days are over. cuz obviously i cant bring myself to poke her with needles. 2 reasons, i have needle-phobia and it's just inhuman to hurt the cutie. aaaaaawwwwwwwww i come visit u one day soon k?

Monday Monday Monday

technopreneurship is one hell of a bore. It's sucking up all of my brain juices. i dont wanna be an entrepreneur/technopreneur. it's too much of a hassle! unless.... it's a partnership thingy and i handle the money. nyeh nyeh nyeh~!

and oh check dis out. my mum, a non tech-savvy person, told me some stranger called up her hp last thursday and my mum just said wrong number and hung up. awhile later, he sms-ed my mom saying "Hi I'm Anuar. I'm from Bangladesh. Would you like to be my friend? I have no friends here." like who the hell? my mom just ignored the bloody idiot. and anyway, she doesnt know how to sms. she's a 'dial only' person. a few mins later, he sms-ed again. "Do you want to be my friend?"

how desperate is that?

my dad called up the bangla. and threatened to beat him if he ever called again. "You want to make friend? You want me to beat you?" and he never called again. haha.. ok that was craps.