Nah, Maxine, this blog was written on your request.. A big holler to you. How's da holz? Lemme guess, sleep late ( I alwiz see you online at 2am! ), wake up late, bum around da house, drive your parents up da wall..etc etc etc..hehe...high five, couz! Hehehehe...

Maxine has asked me to shut up about Abe and talk about her instead. Well, all my friends are either back in their own countries or in public universities..and best friend Hoe Fong just got back from Perth (so you'll be hearing about her the next couple of days)...so who else can i talk about, hmm? He's the only ding dong around, even though he irritates the hell out of me, but he's still the only ding dong around. Max, you're in Penang..and when your holz are done and over with, you're back in Malacca..so i have to find more dingdongs to talk about in here..ehehe..*pokes you in MSN Messenger* Psstttt..."Dylan Donovan". Ahahaha

Anymore dingdongs out there want to request for a blog to be written about them? I'm shit bored here, wey.

Got up at 2pm and realized I was gonna be late in meeting up with Abe at Ampang Park at 3pm. What with all the cleaning I had to do around the house so that Mummy won’t be pissed when she comes back from work…I was definitely gonna be late. Heh. Lucky Abe managed to come to Ampang Point all by himself. Upon meeting him there.. I realized something was terribly wrong with this picture…Abe in Ampang. *Laughs* …Abe in Ampang…*Laughs again*

We headed towards the newly opened Ampang branch of Cash Converters (CC) – a shop where u can sell your old stuff and buy 2nd hand stuff. Fuh..the people inside…my gawd. One would thing it was a sale or something..but then..with prices starting from RM5..it was kinda like a sale. He went straight for the CD section while I roamed around da shop. This was my 1st time in CC. Never been to the one in PJ. Quite a number of bargains. Then I also headed for the CD section. I didn’t know what I was looking for…just browsed thru the collection...there were CDs that I remember wanting to buy when it 1st came out on the market. RM40 it was then…at CC, a single would be RM5, an album RM10 and a double CD album RM18. Look, look, look, look, look…and towards the end of the rack I was already holding bout 10 CDs in my hands. Shit, I only brought RM10. Nevermind, Mummy is working down the road, I could ask for some funds from her. You should have seen Abe ahahaha. He was like grinning all the way (like a blady Cheshire cat hahaha). In his hands were about what..15-20 CDs? Sheesh. One round not enough, he came for another round of browsing..and while talking to me bout this and that, what’s this and what’s that..he can even occasionally spot a CD that he had missed in the first round!! *slaps forehead* Everytime he spotted a CD, he’ll go, “ oooh..what’s my name..?” or “look what I found….my NAME is..” Ahahaha. In the end, he bought CDs worth about RM90+ while I bought 5 for RM40 – 2 singles and 3 albums. And oh, he paid for mine hehehe..but not as in paid belanja but paid lend (yea, now I’m in debt to the fella wey). Mummy didn’t have much money with her so I hadda ask for his help…and I had to sacrifice a few CDs. Heh. I’m happy with what I got..listening to one of them now…

The CDs are :
- Roxette – Rarities
- Beatles Unplugged – The Fabulous Four Sings
- U2 – Discotheque (single)
- Freak Power (now known as Fatboy Slim) – Turn On, Tune In, Cop Out (single)
- Jethro Tull – Warchild

The last one was a real shocker of a find. It was for Papa coz he has like so many of their records along with Santana’s and Deep Purple and all that shit. I called him straight away and asked if he wanted it since he can’t listen to his records no more as a result of a damaged record player. He did, and asked to look out for more. Heh. As I was holding the CD, a fella behind me said the group’s name and I turned around to find GP, my old skoolmate grinning at me. Shit man, even this fella is here? Few minutes later, I saw Hafiz by his side. Gosh, I haven’ seen those two for quite some time.

Dad is playing the Jethro Tull album for the 2nd time now ahaha..and he’s laughing as he’s trying to remember all the lyrics. He can’t belif I got the damn thing. Every now and then he’s like asking me as to how the hell a person can get this album in Malaysia. *Grins* But he was even more shocked to hear what I told him next. At CC, a fella heard me talking on the phone to Papa bout his records and stuff, and next thing you know, this dude asked me if my dad was interested in selling off his record collection to him. Like yeah..dad has already had a few offers to buy his stuff, another prospective buyer wouldn’t hurt. Hehe. I got the fella’s contact number and said I’ll let him know bout the deal. And then Abe comes and tell me that this same fella beat him to the Slayer CD that Abe had so badly wanted. Ahahaha. Whole time he was complaining bout the CD. Hehe..aww..but he’s gonna get rich selling off the CDs he already has. So one cd gone is just one CD gone. *hiaks hiaks hiaks*

Listening to : Roxette - Fingertips ' 93

The Country Has Been Brought To A Standstill

And for once, the ongoing World Cup did not cause it. In fact, only one man is the sole reason behind it all. Datuk Seri Dr. Mahathir Mohamed has, indeed, stated his request to resign from all posts both as the country’s Prime Minister and as UMNO’s president.

I, for one, did not watch the actual request being made during his speech but was rather doin some spring cleaning around the house when Didier, my brother, yelled from upstairs to on the telly becoz his friend, who had called moments earlier, told him about it. Even Papa, who was just about to sleep on the couch, watched in attention. They didn’t show any replays whatsoever but it was everywhere on the news. Just faces of people in shock. Heck, I was in shock. Then, as we were trying to sift through all the words that were being said by the commentators, we heard that he was disappointed becoz the Malays were so lackadaisical in their attitude, even after living a somewhat ‘subsidized’ life, that he had come to a decision – to resign.

I don’t like politics. But when it comes to Dr. Mahathir, I’m all for him. You might say that I would lay down my life for him if it were needed. Yes, I would. Oh, the Deputy Prime Minister is giving a speech. Hold on….

Yayyy…the committee members of UMNO have successfully begged Dr. Mahathir to stay on in all his posts!!!!!!!!! *claps hands like hell* Way to go Dr. Mahathir!! Woohooo…

If some of you are asking why I said that I would lay down my life for him..it’s just becoz he’s the only Prime Minister I’ve ever known. He came into office in 1981, the year when I was born, and has been the PM ever since, bringing with him changes to the country that has never been seen before. He implemented development plans that changed the country’s main export commodity from that of agriculture to industrial-wise, hence creating a more stable income source for the country to contra its debts. I didn’t know the importance of all this till I learned the wonders of Economics and how a country can rise or fall based on how they handled their debts. This increased my admiration for him. Coupled with the fact how he went against all logic and odds and pegged our currency to the US Dollar after our country went into its worst recession AND successfully brought us out of it only made me smile in admiration. My family went through its worse ‘era’ during the recession, what with Papa being retrenched twice. Everywhere in the papers, Dr. Mahathir kept holding his head up high amidst international condemnation of his ‘fixed-currency’ policy, all the while telling his people to keep faith in him, that we’ll pull through. In the end, we did. We did. Aww man, my eyes are tearing…shit.

The other day in Yahoo Messenger, I was talking with my Yahoo pool friend, Damon from Germany. The topic somehow changed to that of Dr. Mahathir and surprisingly, I couldn’t stop myself from talking about him. Damon commented that it was as though I was in love with him. *Laughs* I guess Dr. Mahathir is to me like what Gus Hiddink is to the South Koreans, eh? But Mummy did say that probably after his visit with the Pope, he’d resign because it’s the only thing he hasn’t done.

There’s a doubt, though. Maybe he didn’t actually pull back his statement after all the convincing from the committee members. Maybe becoz they aren’t ready for it, they told him to put it off for a few days..you know, till the Cabinet reshuffles itself. And then when they think they’re ready for it, he’ll announce in the papers his resignation. That way, both sides win..or don’t lose. I sincerely hope not. I can’t think who could possibly fill in his shoes. Once, the sweet doctor said, “ I think I’ve been in this position too long, that people are starting to forget that one is vulnerable….”

Just now, as the Deputy PM announced their ‘victory’, people all around were seen crying in joy. Crying. I cannot imagine the day when the people would find out that Dr. Mahathir is, indeed, vulnerable. *Sniffs*

Listening to : Radiohead - I Might Be Wrong

The house phone bill came today. *looks at the internet charges* *wails*

I thought Timenet charged 3 cents/minute?
Why does it say 4??

300 bucks..*wails*

That's it...you'll understand if you don't see me online for quite some time after this.

Listening to : Radiohead - Dollars and Cents

No, this entry won’t be as long as the last. Ahahaha. I was just too hyped up when I wrote that entry.

Was watching The David Beckham Story – World Cup Special on da telly just now. Most of what that was said and shown about him was public knowledge already. Well, if you aren’t a footie fan, then probably there are a few tidbits of his life that you didn’t already know. Yea, I’m a footie fan ( if the previous entry wasn’t obvious enough ). Been that way since I was 9, when my dad introduced the game to me through a Leeds match that was being shown on da telly. Next thing you know, I got hooked on it. And after a few matches later, I chose to support Manchester United, not knowing how huge they were, well, of how huge they were gonna be, and not knowing of the 1966 Munich crash and the unfortunate Busby Babes. I saw Ryan Giggs, David Beckham, Paul Scholes, the Neville brothers, Nicky Butt and others come through the ranks to become what they are today. I remember describing Scholes as a ‘firebrand’ becoz of his red hair. How true that was, huh? Before all these people, there were Eric Cantona, Andrei Kanchelskis (however u spell it), Paul Ince, Mark Hughes, and the ever stable goalie, Peter Schmeichel (again, however you spell it). Guys have learned to NOT call me a “Beckham fan” as the years passed ahahaha. Try and you’ll see. It’s like this, everytime I watch a MU game, if I see Giggs running, I’d go “ My Giggs is running, my god how he runs,” or when he finally gets a goal of his own, I’d whooped “ My Giggs got a goal for himself, at long last!” becoz he always feeds the other players with nice through-balls. As for Becks, I don’t do that. The usual praises for a nice pass or a goal, yes. But not “My Becks this,” or “ My Becks that.” I don’t know. I just like Giggs’ style. Heh. I’m still scouting around for a good poster of him. Not a pose. Just of him in one of his amazing runs. Fuh.

See, Star Wars and footie. You’d be sorry if you got me started on ‘em.

Listening to : Radiohead - True Love Waits

What a day I had yesterday. Ok, 1st things 1st, my best friend was already visiting me. That was it, man. I hadn’t gotten into any mood swings the past 3 months and suddenly it like came down and *swooshed* on me. Luckily it came after da Fatboy Slim rave. It started on the day after the rave (Sunday), where the person who got it from me was Abe. I was sleeping when Abe called. I was so fed-up of getting calls (I got one from Payaal) that I told my bro to tell him that I’d call later. Two hours later and Abe calls again. I knew what he wanted, he wanted to hear how da rave went. But I was so, so tired. Didn’t know why, which made me more pissed off with myself hehe. Told my bro to tell him da same thing, but then few minutes later, I felt guilty and finally woke up. Messaged Abe, telling him I hadda eat 1st and then only would I call him. That done, I called, completed my mission of raving about the rave and realized “Oh, best friend is here..*slaps forehead* no wonderlaaaaaa.” So THAT’S why I’m so tired. But the day went smoothly, thank god.

And then yesterday happened. As a result of me not being able to watch a movie with Payaal on Monday, where I was not only still tired, but moody as well, I hadda go yesterday (Tuesday). The fact that the movie in question was da Scooby Doo flick, it only made me more pissed coz I knew I was gonna spoil da whole outing with my moody-ness. The reason why I said yes to it in da 1st place was because I’m a naturally good person ( waves da finger to anyone who disagrees ) and that I pitied Payaal coz most of our other friends had already flew off back to their own countries for the holz. So, go la. The moment I got up.. I knew the day wouldn’t pass by quickly. In the LRT on da way to Bangsar, I realized that I was gonna meet her driver *oh my fucking God*.

FYI, her driver is a chatty person, the type who has a say on practically every darn thing in da whole wide world. Reminds me of Phoebe’s just-dumped boyfriend, Alec Baldwin in the Friends series on NTV7. At least Alec talks in the episode. Her driver…he asks questions about this la, that la etc etc etc. It’s like “Welcome to Jeopardy” or something. And lemme tell you, I wasn’t in da mood. Not in da mood at all. The moment she picked me up from the LRT station, I was crossing all 10 fingers and 10 toes of mine and hoped to God that he wouldn’t start. Guess what? I didn’t have enough fingers and toes to cross for someone ‘up there’ to notice my predicament. Aaarrrrggghhh.

As we came nearer and nearer to 1 Utama (where we were gonna watch da movie), Jeopardy became worst and worst. Along the way, I saw a bus stop and I don’t know what stopped me, but I nearly asked him ‘politely’ to stop da car so that I could get off. But I just continued. Sitting in da car. Heck, I even told him that I had no mood for his chat becoz that was just it. I had no mood. He has a daughter, go figure la. But noooooo….can actually perli ( bang ) me about it. *Me pulls my hair* …..*Breathes deeply and counts to 10* I managed to calm myself down, had lunch with Payaal and I guessed becoz of da food, my mood turned for the better. Yakked about this, and about that. So yeah, mood came back hehehe. Poor Payaal. *Giggles* Then Aimann came with his brother, and we watched da flick. Btw, it’s quite ok, da flick. I know I had some reservations about it in da 1st place ( hey, this was Scooby Doo..and Freddie Prinze Junior was blonde…so duhh ), but Matthew Lillard ( Shaggy ) saved da day for me. And for my friends, from moody-me that is. Hehehehe.

After da movie, Payaal’s sister, Dipty told me that Japan had lost the game to the Turks. I was like wtf? Okok, I liked both teams, but my preferance for the asian team in da game was unexplainable. I’m ASIAN la u dumba**es. Even if the Turkish goalie, Rustu Recber, was my hero in the unfortunate Brazil-Turkey game becoz of his near-psychic saves, I was still for Japan. And they lost. I don’t even know what da score was, coz Dipty didn’t know. So that was da 1st game.

In the bus on my way home, the radio announced that Italy was leading 1-0 against South Korea. Bahhhhh. If the last Asian team in the WC Finals was gonna fall, I made sure that I watched the game. Again I crossed all 10 fingers and 10 toes and hoped to ANYONE that was listening that Jalan Ampang ( the way back home ) wasn’t jammed. It wasn’t!! I reached home during the 54th minute only to find my youngest brother, Didier, cheering for Italy. Blady hell, now I gotta fight against this little fella? Eesh. He sat one corner, I sat one corner, and there we were, cheering for our respective teams. And then South Korea SCORED!!!!! Oh my freaking God….2 minutes left and they scored. Bladyhell. Bladyhell. Bladyhell. This is like THE BEST GAME ON EARTH, man. Wooohooooooooo…ok ok, calm down. Now just hope that Italy don’t up their attack and get a goal in before the time is up. *Preeeeetttt, preeet, preeeeeeeeettttttttttt* And its now time for the golden goal period!!

Then my other brother, Bertie, comes back on his motorcycle. Didier shouts to him “Eh, seela…Korea scored…golden goal now,” “What the fuck?” answers Bertie in disbelief, “Seela, I should never have left the house. Aaarrghhh!!” Yes…now I gotta fight TWO brothers. Bertie gave one look at me and knew I was for Korea coz of my grin. *hiak hiak hiaks* And then I realized I didn’t bet on this game with anybody. Shit la. All my betting friends are not around, so I had no chance to bet with money. Just the occasional materialistic bet. Lunch, dinner, supper. That’s all. And I’m on holz now, so that’s also gone out da window. Then I thought of Abe, since da fella was winning a few materialistic bets himself, I thought I’d call him up after da game and make a bet with him for the next game.

That done, I went back to the present game. 1st 15 minutes went by with some grueling attacks and defending by both teams. Everybody wanted to score. Everybody wanted to make sure they didn’t slip up and let the opposition score 1st. The beauty, or the ugliness, whichever u may call it, of the golden goal rule. Sigh. Then came the next 15 minutes. Oh gawd, the players were getting tired. And started to play dirty. And then Totti was brought down in THE BLADY BOX. *Shrieekkkkkssssss* Bertie and Didier were shouting like mad “Penalty, penalty!!" Referee came into view on the screen and he turns around ( ?? ) and shows a yellow card. Waaaiiiittt a minute. Why did he turn around….he’s facing da wrong way. Silence in the living room. *Shhrriiiieeeeekkkkssss* Totti is OUT!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHA. All this while my brothers screamed “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” If in the living room I was outnumbered by my brothers for my supporting South Korea, on the field THEIR team now was outnumbered!! *rubs hands together* Right, now must get the goal, get the goal, get the goal. And attack they did. But fuck, one moment Tomassi had the ball and was dribbling the ball straight towards the goalmouth…no…FLAG IS UP…FLAG IS UP…OFFSIDDDDDEEEE!! Wooohoooo…*kisses the linesman* hehehe. So, after a few kicks later, I realized it was 4 minutes to go. Shit. South Korea would die in the penalty shootout. No offence, but that really entered my mind. Shit. Shit. Shit. Get the blady goal la you people!! Ha…haaaaaa….like that…nice through ball...yes, like that….jump….JUMMMMPPPP!! *SHHHHHHHHRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEKKKKSSSSSSSSS* They won! ThEy wONNNnnNNNnnnnnNnn! *Shrieks my head off to my brothers* Blehhhhhhhhhhh…

One would think this was the Final. *laughs silly*

I am in love with this game!!!

Next thing I know, I’m getting a message from Abe on my fone saying that he won 200 bucks. Like say whhhhhhaaaaaaaaattttt?? He doesn’t even like FOOTBALL!!! Look who he picked, for Christ’s sakes, South Korea. Against Italy!! I went for them too….but I didn’t bet 200 bucks on it. But I didn’t win it toooooo!!!

Now THIS is what u call a mood swing. Down, up, down, up, down

Came online to find an email saying i was accepted into the BlogPhiles ring for webloggers. *dances around*. Don't know what the effect of being accepted would be, maybe increased readership? Ahahaha.

As i was browsing around the net..i saw this quote from Voltaire "In order to comprehend what mathematicians mean by the term infinity, we must first contemplate the extent of human stupidity" *laughs out loud* Duhhhh....

Getting bored. And i still feel a lil' bit woozy. My best friend came by yesterday morning. That's probably the reason. Bahhhh.

Gosh i'm so tired...don't tell me it's because i experienced my 1st rave...or is it?

Well, Norman Cook/Fatboy Slim was great and goofy as he always is. Had a blast dancing and getting entertained by him. Aww shit it's starting to rain here. And here i thought i could blabber on about the rave. Cheh. The venue was perfect...except for the parking...or the lack of it. But the venue was purr-fect..hopefully Salem can make some deal with Berjaya (who owns the place) about future gigs..but i don't think that would happen coz raves are not far in between. And to stage it, the arena has to be closed off to club members for 3 days. This is during the weekends..and i bet those stinking rich people would rather want their children to learn horse-riding instead of some rave. Bahhh.

But i had fun, nonetheless, and so did Michelle...who obviously loved it. And i managed to convince Abe ( who didn't go, sorry for the fella ) it was fun too. Heh. That was a gamble lol. Didn't think he'd agree it was fun coz his standard is like nay-high. arrghhhhh LIGHTNING

I'm goin to Fatboy Slim

............

*jumps around*

right...now to think of what to wear...i need to buy more going-out clothes. Hrrrmmmmppphhhh.

Don’t laugh..but I’m starting to miss college……..

I miss my daily exercise of mentally cursing the back gate guard for asking me my Student ID.

I miss sitting in my usual spot in the cafetaria and watch the world ( and be-U-ti-ful gals and guys ) go by.

I miss the feeling of when I get to my usual spot and realize I’m the 1st to arrive, and then in the next few minutes find myself hearing “Hey, Celeste” or “Morning, Celeste” as my friends start arriving from different directions and in the end, I’m swamped with friends left, right, front and back, yakking away as we try to delay our inevitable departure towards Maths class.

I miss seeing Mr. Lee trying ever-so-hard to wake us up in Maths class.

I miss lazing around in Computer Science class. And getting stupid faces from Janice or Eka giving me that innocent grin with a ‘V’ sign at the back of her head.

I miss getting bored like hell in English class. Ahahahaha. And doing some mental bitching. Once, ‘mental’ became ‘public’. Much to the amusement of my friends.

I miss learning the wonders of Economics…and seeing cute lil’ Ms. Rajamaney trying to raise her voice above ours ( well, she was successful! ). Ceterus Peribus, my dears…CETERUS PERIBUS.

I miss seeing Ms. Sham getting so cracked in Accounting class… her throwing the damn 2 Blue, 1 Black and 1 Red marker pens at us whenever we grab the chance to bang her. Ahahaha. Or how we could melt her heart by bringing food to class. Nyehehe.

I miss seeing all our faces get screwed up whenever a dingdong forgets and goes and turn on THAT aircon in Maths/ Com Sci/ Accounting class. Sigh. Dingdongs will be dingdongs.

I miss playing Chor Tai Dee and actually teaching Isil to play it! As Janice usually says, “Ey, you all dunno how to count ar? After 3 is 4 la…F-O-U-R…not 8!!

I miss playing POOL at the pink shooopppp… Eh, Adelaide’s Queen of Pool, u better show them how we MUFY people play, k?

I miss that blady Golden Lemon Plum Juice in the pink shop ahahahaha…shit to the person who introduced it to me. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I miss hearing and banging Fitri about how she sounds like going down the steps with her sandals.
Ketak. Ketuk. Ketak. Ketuk. *Laffs*

I miss wondering why Payal’s bag is always so heavy. Gosh.

Last but not least, I miss swearing my head off about Sunway’s weather. Especially the part after Spectrum, before college. Sheeeeshhhhh..

So, have I made u guys laugh or cry after this email? Hope to see all of u on the 15th of July.

What's with Shokubutsu? Do they have some secret ingredient to make its smell a helluva lot stronger than other shower gel products? I swear, Nicholas, my housemate, use it when he bathes and the whole house can smell it... and its a double storey house!! Even when I went camping, before you can reach the common bathroom for the gals, you can smell it if somone is using it. Geez..I want that kinda effect tooooooo...but i still have to finish my Johnson & Johnson's Ph 5.5 shower gel ..and its still halfway! *hrrrmmmppphhh*
And they know how to keep their cutomers' loyalty...coz they sell the refill packs too...so you don't have to pay much for the next round of their products to make yourself smell good. I want one!!

Wanna go see Fatboy Slim!! I know it's late to get the tickets but there's still hope right? Its on the 15th June if any of you didn't (gosh) know about it. I wished dad was still the GM of the Bukit Kiara Equestrian Club and Resort..then he could get me free tickets!!! *PppBbbTtt* I want to go!!


Finally got myself registered with YACCS!! They had this thing where only 100 new users could sign up every day - which means only 25 new users every SIX hours! So you have to wait for the registration opening to sign up. I was just about to log off when i remembered bout YACCS and thought I'd give it a try..tadaaaaaa...I was only 15 minutes away from the registration opening! But oh my, a thunderstorm was already creating havoc around my house, and so a lightning shot wasn't a welcome sight for my modem at all..but I was stubborn and tried my luck..and wheeeeeee... I have a new commenting system!! *laughs silly*

testing to see if my comment system is in place..

I remember writing an entry in here bout how amuse I was at my much-younger-classmates and their crushes. And me, being an old fart, was too old to have a crush of my own. But life never ceases to amaze this old fart. And I not only have ONE crush, but TWO. And life goes on to further amaze me by making me turn into a different, unrecognizable Celeste everytime I meet this two very different guys. VERY different guys.

1st guy, let’s say A, is someone I’ve known since a couple of years back. Never thought the friendship could last this long cos well, to put it frankly, if he was in my batch in secondary school, I would have passed all 7 yrs of schooling without even speaking to him – which wouldn’t raise any eyebrows. That’s how different we are, well, maybe at first, because now I see myself becoming a bit like him, albeit a bit only. Friends do influence you in some way or another, no?

Then there’s B, whom I came to know a couple of months back. Ahh, this fella I would certainly talk to in secondary school. Unlike A, B has the looks, although A has the small eyes I like.

A stays far away while B is nearby. But it is with A that I’ve seen movies with, lunch, dinner, or hang out with sometimes in college. B has never called me even once, only the rare sms messages, but he always seem to come and talk to me whenever my friends aren’t around. Only recently has he come and hang out with me in full view of my friends. Ahh, but then there’s the argument that B has only known me for a few months, putting him at a disadvantage as compared to A.

Friends going for A’s defence would say that I only like B cos he has the looks. He’s not that much of a looker, but yea, to me it’s enough. And A? A person so much different than I am, so much different than my dream guy, but I still have a yearning for him. Why? Is this a case of opposites attract? He calls me lotsa times, each one a sure bet of lasting more than an hour. He tells me about everything that goes on his life. At first I thought that was normal for him to do, to blurt everything out to his friends, but I’ve come to know that it’s not the case. When at first he told me “ oh I don’t talk about you to my friends,” it kinda stabbed my heart – thinking that I was unworthy to be talked about. But then I realized that he perhaps tells things to me only, and I felt kinda unworthy of his respect. He tells me about everything – from family to best friends-turn-enemies to stuff about the gal he likes/liked. And knowing about his criteria in regards of the last topic only makes it hard for me. I’ll never be ‘a chick’ in his eyes. Just the regular Celeste.
Recently I’ve made him laughed like hell, and in all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him laugh like that. I actually stared at him in disbelief as he tried to keep his balance. And it was not a one-off thingy, but actually continued for the past week. But I wished I hadn’t made him do it cos now I find myself actually looking forward to making him laugh. And see his small eyes disappear when he does so. Told my friends to not even hope that I’ll get together with A cos he is THAT different from me. And I’m THAT sure of myself coz I know him.

And oh the reason why I talked mostly about A was because there’s a lot of history between us. Unlike me and B, who’s only been available the past 4 months.

Pee alwiz said how much she wished that her dink (bf) would find out bout her online diary and see how much he means to her and how emotionally dependant she is on him. Me, I wish that these two dingdongs (A and B) would somehow read this entry and (amazingly) guess that I’m talking about them. Then either one of them can end my misery by
a) telling me that *oooohhh* he likes me too (fat chance)
b) using a .38 calibre

Why was crushes ever invented?

Okok…so I’ve been a bit lazy in updating my blogs, or my site for that matter. I must say, being on hols does spoil you quite a bit. Hols started on June 4th, and everyday since then, you could see me online 2-3 hrs every night. I should have started enhancing my site with more cool stuff a week ago, knowing that if I had found myself a job, I wouldn’t have any free time to work on it. But everytime I go online, a lot of my friends are online too….and we do what friends usually do..yak yak yak. Especially since I’ve not been able to see or speak to them in the usual manner as a result of me going through my Finals. Sigh. And people say that we are lucky to not be in the working force, coz we have lotsa free time on our hands. Yea..riggghhhttt.

A Child Wanting To Run Before It Learns How To Crawl

As for the enhancement for my site, it’s been rather slow. Non-visible to the naked eye, actually, but exists in the master’s mind all the same. Hehehe. Hey, at least the niat (thought) is there. The mind is getting giddy with possible layouts, especially when I scout around the net for some nice-looking simple sites. So far, I’ve noticed that a lot of cool sites settle for white as their background colour. Practical solution when u have dozens of tidbits on ur page. Which is so not true in the case of mine. Sigh. Experimented with Microsoft Frontpage a bit. But as usual, it couldn’t maintain its hold on my attention long enough. I think my problem would be that I’m so interested in making a cool layout filled to the brim with cool stuff and coding that I can’t sit long enough to learn the blady basics. A child wanting to run before it learns how to crawl. Pathetic. I’m so damn envious of Mich, who seems to have a knack at coding. Heck, she even has time to create layouts and post them up to share with other people. She’s successful at it coz her will to go online without succumbing to the urge to chat is far more stronger than that of mine. And what makes it worse is that I don’t really chat on IRC these days, unlike the days of yore when I would sneak onto the net at 2am in the morning during my Form 6 era. Bleargh.

Want To Work, Need To Work

One of the main reasons I want to work (besides the fact that I have to cough up the RM1000 deposit needed to enter Monash Sunway Condominium Hostel) is simply because I don’t want my social skills to rot whilst I wait for Monash U to start. Friends are either back in their respective local universities or in their respective countries. The only friend I can depend on in regards of shopping/movie outings is Hoe Fong who’s in Perth, Australia right now. She’ll be back on da 23rd of June, which is like so far into the future, and I’m already shit bored. Honestly. I want to worrkkkkk…

Watched the South Korea- USA match. An expected draw. Wonder if Lori went to the match or not. She’s an American teaching in South Korea. Which reminds me, haven’t read her blogs in a while. Oh my, now that would be a lot to sift through.

Trevor. Trevor. Trevor. Trevor. Trevor.

(In response to my cousin Trevor who recently complained why his name wasn’t mentioned in here, after I mentioned his sister’s name, Maxine, in one of my older blogs.)