guys are dustbins. literally. you open them, chuck something you don't want inside (preferably food) and they're happy, i'm happy, everybody's peachy keen. so last night mum cooked a bit too much food for a meeting she was having. i walked down to get a drink of water and she asked...

'wen, are any of your guy friends coming over tonight?'

hmmm..it was about 10pm and she was asking me if i had guy friends coming oveR? hmm..she must be desperate to get rid of the food. so who else do i call? tong sampah man! i.e. mr. wong wei jin. my kitty was already coming over but he had eaten a bit too much for dinner so, his tong sampah was already quite full. so 2nd backup was tong sampah man. an sms and a short explanation later and he was anxiously misscalling my phone to say he's arrived and raring to have a go at the food.

it's amazing watching guys eat. they just shovel it in. they don't seem to chew, don't seem to appreciate, don't seem to taste. they just bite, pat it down with their tongue a bit and swallow. of course with the exception of my kitty lar. he tastes everything and then compliments me. hehehe...but tong sampah man...wah...watch him eat, your jaw will drop in wonder. when he runs out of steam for a bit, he pauses, and minutes later he's back, full force.

i wonder if i can't get my dogs to eat their food will he come.....

i'm getting tired of my hairstyle. sarah and su-ann both have funky hairstyles now. maybe i should get mine done too. but according to kitty, he'll hear no end of it since i'll be bitching about it if it doesn't turn out nice. i have half my friends saying i should keep wearing it short, while the other half says i should leave it long again. ok, well, not half and half. more like sarah thinks i look better with short hair and zk thinks i should grow it long again. how did all this come about you're wondering? well, i was in sarah's room the other day and i saw a pic of her, suling and me taped to her wall. it was a pic of us during our IMU CF camp in port dickson. in it we all had long hair and geeky glasses. and whoaaa...my hair was super long. like almost covering my boobs and i was like...

'siiiiiiiigh....i miss my long hair.'

so after like...thinking and thinking and thinking, i've decided it's make or break time. should i cut it now, or should i continue to leave it long. so, i'm gonna let you all decide for me. i'm gonna start a poll. do you think i should cut it or leave it long. let me know. by the end of this month, which is only another 2 days, i'll do something to my hair or do nothing to it depending on the outcome of this poll. happy polling....

it's 12.40am. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHAO KANG AND KUNG FU HSU! you've reached 22 years. another good 60 years to go. FOR SURE! hahaha...just got back, well...not really just got back, more like got back about an hour ago from a steamboat birthday dinner at zhao's place. ate till wanna vomit. hahaha...means there was a lot of food. and of all things, we had porridge. yeah. porridge. apparently they wanted to try to make the steamboat porridge like this restaurant is doing in sri petaling. unfortunately, the porridge was cooked in a slow cooker and hence it's name. it cooked very slowly. so we had white, plain, tasteless, odourless porridge with soya sauce, onion oil and pepper. of course when all the food was cooked we just added it all in. so all in all, it was good.

am feeling extremely tired and was complaining about my aching feet when i left the lab when i turned on the tv and lo and behold, there was a documentary on chinese feet binding. right. irony to bite me in the butt. here i am complaining how my BIG feet were aching and there on the tv are some 80+ year old women who had to go through the arduous torture of binding their feet when they were little children. all for the sake of beauty. but to be totally honest, there isn't any beauty at all in it. it looks really ugly and deformed. the final look is a foot which has only one pointed toe. the rest are all cruelly and painfully curled under the foot and has basically been welded together through years of binding. it looks horrible. trust me. won't post pictures cause it'll be too gory and graphic. yuck. i'm here shuddering at the very thought of it. of course after the show i was extremely grateful for my huge feet.

imagine being 5 years old and having your feet bound. no running around. no playing with friends. heck, not even be able to walk properly without screaming out in pain. these old women literally totter now. they can't run and they can't walk fast. they need a walking stick just to get by. and imagine it being thought to be a symbol of beauty. do you know that they only wash their feet once ever 5-6 days? imagine the stench and all the dried up skin. urgh!! gruesome!

ok ok...change topic. on another note. sarah won the 24 challenge. first time being held in malaysia and she and ven gee (her cousin) won! woohoo...congratulations sarah. and i just wanna say, I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU ALL THE WAY!!

congrats again girl. and you looked gorgeous in your photos. and su-ann cut her hair super short. go ask her to show you the pic. can't simply post up. later she complain the pic not nice. should have seen her just now. when wanna take pic had to find correct spot to show off her new hair. hahahah...

*snooooore*

*scratches ear*

*briiiit briiiiit briiiiit*

*grunt* huh? whaa???

my hand whips out to smack the alarm clock and it promptly shuts up. i blearily open my eyes and squint at it nastily. 8.15. sigh. time to get up. i know i know. 8.15 doesn't seem very early in the morning to be getting up, but if you have 2-3 am nights like me, trust me, it's early. and pray tell why am i waking up so early in the morning? lab work. what else. sigh...i drag myself outta bed and shuffle into the toilet. and i know what you're thinking. images of me scratching my butt and yawning widely is flashing through your head now. BUT NO! i do NOT scratch my butt on the way to the toilet in the mornings. yawn, occasionally. but scratching definitely not. so, as i was saying, i shuffle into the toilet, do my early morning toilet business, you know, brush teeth, wash face, shower, etc. etc. etc....

by the time i'm done, it's 8.40. time to get ready for uni. i open my cupboard. what to wear, what to wear, what to wear? sigh...i need to go shopping. my clothes are all starting to look very old. so after a surprisingly short time in front of the cupboard, i decided what to wear. time: 9.06. now it's time to put on my face. sigh....i can never leave without putting on foundation, powder, blusher, eyeliner and just recently, mascara. oh...and of course not forgetting lipstick. what? you think i look this beautiful all the time? hahaha...gotcha fooled. so anyway, i managed to get my lashes to curl rEeeeaAaalllly nicely today. hehehe...big accomplishment since i've got the world's shortest eyelashes. time: 9.27.

ok. time to go. i glance quickly around my room to see if i'm forgetting anything. phone. check. wallet. check. sony mp3. check. slides. check. file. check. sunglasses. double check. (cannot forget my super gaya sunglasses) and i'm off.

i slide into my car and put it into reverse. i exit my house and begin my journey, only to be confronted with....JAM. WAT THE....? at 9.35 in the morning?? there's jam? this cannot be happening. anyway, to cut a long story short, i'm now in uni, typing this latest post in the postgraduate room, with a whole bunch of workers renovating the room peering over at me, wondering what i'm doing there. hmm...i think i should be leaving now. my slides are about done boiling and the men are starting to unnerve me.

i'm back...yup...you heard me right. i'm back and i'm ready to go. most of you must have been wondering why i kinda went MIA for a bit. well, it's a long story. but as most long stories, go, they don't really have sad endings, so....here i am...again.

phew...it's been quite an age since i last blogged eh? even with the old one i never really updated much. but i promise, it'll all change.

you must also be wondering, why am i starting up a blog again? well, it's been brought to my attention that i've been somewhat neglecting my friends and haven't been keeping up to breast to what has been going on in their lives. and by doing so, i'm not being a very good friend. nope. so, i've started up my blog again to keep myself from lapsing back into that rut. how? you may ask. well, by blogging, i'm forced to read other people's blog to see what's going on. because if i don't read other people's blogs, then who's gonna read mine? right? RIGHT? RIGHT? of course i'm right.

so, without further ado, here we go.

how has my life been the past few months? hmmm...good questions. well, i've been juggling between going to HKL, going to IMU-RL (research lab), spending time with my kitty and of course, trying to write up my thesis. all's going well except the thesis. haven't gotten round to getting it started. must be my procrastinator gene in me kicking into play. which is odd since my parents SWEAR by the holy book that they never EVER procrastinate. so where did i get this gene...hmm? i dunno. maybe some dormant gene that is only passed down to the granddaughter of my grandfather who's great-grandauntie 3 times removed from china, passed it down to her son's son who passed it down through his wife to his niece from the other side of the world. i dunno. i'm not making any sense. why? i dunno.

so, that's all for now. i must say i'm quite glad to be back to blogging. no. really. i am. can't you see i'm leaping and hopping with joy? jolly good.