Alright, so I kinda decided to move over to LiveJournal. I have been (sort of, anyway) posting over there at my new account. (which by the way, Ming helped me with the stupid fiddly bits)

Lalalala... boring day... holidays ending, broke a nail, killed my dog and crashed the car. (the last two ain't true la!)

wtv.

*rowr*

 I am still pissed at LiveJournal. Everytime I try to "Modify Journal", it brings me straight to the "success! Your journal settings have been updated. You can view your journal here" shit.

*rowr*

Anyway, I think I slept on my arm again last night 'cause now it seriously hurts like a monkey's arse. Seriously, it's like throbbing. I took like a billion painkillers today and rubbed anagelsic balm on it.

I had no classes today (since Eng Lit was cancelled). Went to my uncle's house, talked to my cousin Angeline who is going to get married on Saturday. I love the pictures they took! You know, they hired the professional photographer people...

*sighs*

So dreamy and romantic... LMAO.

Anyway, I forgone (what's that? An economic term!) going to gym today because of my poor arm. To cheer myself up, I went shopping with my mom at B. Bintang. I went on like a crazy shopping spree.

I bought a pair of shoes from Nine West, two handbags, one top and two skirts.

Shopping therapy really works!

I actually went there to buy the Estee Lauder mascara set, they bleh, they didn't have it yet. It's only coming tomorrow. (Yeah, this should really teach me to read the not-so-fine-prints on advertisements! I read the tiny text on what the set contained but failed completely to notice the date printed in huge fonts at the top... I rock... Selective seeing!)

Whatever... not exactly a total loss... I reserved a set and they said they would keep it for me. I'm going there again tomorrow (or today? it's fter 12..) (Physics practical class apparently cancelled! NO CLASSES TOMORROW EITHER! whoot!) to get it.

I am so annoyed with LiveJournal right now. What the hell... I'm "planning" on moving there to blog, but for some reason, I have trouble editting my skin.

Argh.

I hate college life. I can't believe I spent the most of last year waiting to get out of SMKSH. Now I kinda wish I was back. Kinda... almost... but not quite...

Here at HELP (gawd, I hate that stupid name.. makes it seem as if I'm in some mental institute...), everything has been HECTIC. Classes are everywhere!

Like on Tuesday, math was supposed to be at LH8.3, but due to some examinations, the class was relocated at TR2.9. So I went to TR2.9, only to find that it had shifted to the next building. Like, OMG? I'm like, so late?

And then there was that economics class - Class was supposed to be at LH8.4, but due to the exams, shifted to TR2.9. I went there, and there was no class. So I went to the department of A Levels and they told me there was a last minute change. I had to run to the next building and scramble up four stories up the stairs in heels. And then when I went into KTA and sat there, I noticed that I was surrounded by unrecognisable people. The whole crowd seemed to be older than me. And here and there, a few faces I vaguely recognised as fellow A Level-ers. So I asked the person next to me what class it was.

'Investment.'

Like... HUH!?

Then I asked someone else. 'Economics!'

HAH!?

It turns out that both classes were scheduled at the same venue. So we got kicked out and they told us to go to LH1.4 (but I knew that LH1.4 was occupied, thanks to Ming's SMS.. they were having math there). Then they said, 'Oops, that room is occupied. Wait at level 2...'

So the lot of us trooped down the stairs and waited for like 15 minutes. And then finally, they told us to use LH1.3.

*growl*

A few days ago (...Tuesday night, I think), my dad came in and told me that he had asked the principle of some Canadian college if they could accept me as a student. Yeah, I got a place.

Then, my dad wanted to send me straight off to Canada! This weekend! I was so shocked!

It seems like I can do CPU there in like 7 months and come back in time for the September intake into uni..

Then my mom said no (actually, she said yes, then no, then yes again... and finally deciding on "no"...bugger...). She took me to KBU to check out the courses there. I almost shifted there too, to do my A Levels there instead of HELP (mental institution).

She was totally serious and stuff... then the counselor took us on a tour round the campus and my mom changed her mind. (She's SO fickle!) She noticed there were lots of guys there. And hardly any girls.

Not like I mind!

Anyway, she was like, 'You are going to stay in HELP.'

That's it.. no discussion.

Either way, I don't mind, because I've made it my hobby to stalk this cute guy, Jonathan Rui. (Atleast, I think Rui is his surname, 'cause I was like stuck behind him in the over-crowded lift and I saw his nametag stuck on his backpack.)

If velvet could speak, it would sound totally like him. (Alright, so that's like a rip off from that Alan Rickman fansite, but so what? It fits too!) And he has pretty eyelashes and has a very "Ardonis" look about him. (Right.. an Asian Ardonis...*raises eyebrow*)...

The other person I'm stalking is Andre, who is from the Garden International School. He is totally adorable looking. You know, curly hair and...stuff... whatever...

I swear I keep bumping into him! And not on purpose! Like in the lift, DAL, econs, JOY, lift, outside, stairs... wherever... And I know his friend, Brian (also from GIS). But like, Andre hangs out with this girl a lot.

Pooh.

I'll get rid of her. Maybe I'll rig an elevator or something. You know, so it'll look like an accident. Then when he is crushed by the..untimely loss of his female companion, I'd make my move!

MWAHAHAH..

Hey, I'm not serious, okay? Hell, there's like no need to report to the police or something.

Haven't been blogging much. In my defence, I'll just say that I was spending almost all my free time PS-ing.

Last week, I was into Photomanipulations. Then I tried making animated icons (got pretty hooked on that)... then I was so totally loving vector art... Now.. I'm waiting for Ean to finish downloading Macromedia Flash Thingmajig so I can make some flash movies! Whooot! Right now, I'm making totally spastic ones. I'm gonna be a flasher! (sounds so wrong...)

And then some,
 

I just wanna drop out of school, marry some filthy rich guy and have tons of kids. Gawd, I hate college. It is seriously unfair. I mean, we just sat for a stupid exam (that supposedly determines our future...) and barely a month after that, it's off to college.

We don't get to properly unwind! I want to do some insane things before work starts again (toilet-paper-ing my annoying neighbours house seems like a good idea) but noooooo.

Straight off, on the 3rd of Jan, we have orientation (which went on for 3 three days... not that it mattered 'cause we skipped most of it!). And now there's the "roaming week". What are we? Animals?

We can attend any class we want. So.. would it not stand to reason that we can also skip any class we want? No idea... I guess not, because there's no way to fool the system.

They actually take attendance and give work! AND HOMEWORK!

BLASPHEMY!

Of course, I'm speaking on behalf of the other unfortunate students... (none of my lecturers gave me any work...yet...)

And now Ming, Nat and Nyat have abandoned science subjects, leaving me all alone to attend Physics and possibly Chemistry class all alone. You know what? I'll probably meet some hot guy(s) there and then you people would regret it! HAH! How about them apples?

Anyway, I left off following the girls shopping today. I had "sisterly" duties. My brother, Leon went back to London today.

With him out of the picture, Ean and I can now work our way in getting him out of our parents' wills. Muahahahah...

It was fun when he was back. Man, that guy can really manipulate! All he needs is to put on this cute face and bat his eyelashes a bit and go, 'Moooommy, can I have some  money/the last orange/a new watch/etc?'

And he'd get it. Amazing.

Of course, we (Ean and I) use this to our advantage too.
'Leon, tell mom you want the butter prawns.'
'Moooommy, I want the buuter prawns...'

'Tell mom you want her to buy you some tangerines!'
'Moooommy, can you buy me some tangerines?'

*sigh*

I was talking to Kenn earlier on tonight and our conversation suddenly made me miss Roger like bleeding hell. *sniff*

(Stupid guy, why did you have to go to that island?!)

And then some,
 

My Nepal trip was great, I rather enjoyed myself. I went to Kathmandu, Pokhara and Nagarkot.

The whole trip was rather relaxed, visiting places and drinking lots and lots of masala tea. (I have a tea addiction again).

The highlight of Kathmandu was visiting Dubar Square and visiting some of the old temples. And we even went to see the Royal Kumari, who is a little girl (around 8 years old, I think) who is supposed to be a Living Goddess. The Nepali people worship her. To be a Royal Kumari, you have to:
a) be a girl (obviously)
b) be young (meaning not having reached the age of puberty)
c) pass a series of tests
d) have all 32 signs of perfection

After Kathmandu, we drove 6 hours to Pokhara. In Pokhara, we stayed in this amazing lake side lodge called the Fish Tail Lodge. (Fish Tail is like the name of one of the mountain there..) I think I loved Pokhara the best because the place was really serene and everything...

The views were pretty amazing up in the mountains of Nagarkot. We could see the entire Anapurna Range and also Mt. Everest. Unfortunately, the high altitude (2100m above sea level) made me sickish and I threw up and had a bad headache.

We went back to Kathmandu and stayed at the same hotel we stayed at the beginning of the tour, Soaltee Crowne Plaza. Soaltee is owned by the Crown Prince of Nepal and he came to visit his hotel. The security was very tight then.

Actually, the everywhere in Nepal, in the tourist sites, roads, and even highways, there were a lot of armed guards walking around. On the highway, there were like police/army checkpoints every half hour.

Anyway, we broke off from the original tour to stay on another 2 nights on our own. On the day we were supposed to return to Malaysia (that was the 28th), we had a call from the tour agency telling us that although our plane tickets may be confirmed for the 8pm flight, there was no plane.

So basically, we were stranded in Nepal.

It seemed that the tour group who were supposed to return home 2 days ago were also still in Nepal, staying in another hotel. So a van came to pick us up and they lumped us together in the same hotel.

The others in our tour were pretty stressed up. Some of them talked about throwing plates and tearing down the christmas trees... I'm not sure if they were joking, because they said it with a straight face.. LMAO.

Some of the guys in the tour went to the airline office to check the availability of the flights. There was this mad rush then to pack our things and go to the airport when they told us that there was a 5:30pm flight out of Nepal on that very same day.

When we reached the airport however, they told us that they didn't have the tickets with them and some guy would come over to pass the tickets to us. So we waited outside the airport terminal from 3pm to 5pm, and still no sign of any tickets.

And then we found out that those bastards lied to us. There was no flight at all back to Malaysia. The airline is actually bankrupt and the chairman of the airline has fled to New Zealand!

So naturally we were pissed. We reported them to the police and we got ourselves on the Himalayan Times nespaper the next day. Then the Malaysian Consulate contacted us and managed to fix us a flight home. (Though we had to take Jet Airways to New Delhi, India and transit there for 5 hours before getting onto a MAS plane back to KL.)

The Malaysian Consulate guy said that if we were really really desperate, then he might be able to fly us home in a military plane! LMAO, that would be cool!

Thank goodness we got back in time for our New Year party.

Last night, I got pissed-ass drunk. I was totally wasted. I babbled like shit and I cried and laughed and told Lili how much I loved her and how glad I was that Leon found such a nice girl.

Then I went out to the whole crowd of my brothers' friends and made this long speech on how smoking makes you a loser and a sucker. And I even did the lame "hand L" thing on my forehead. And they laughed and did the same thing...

Oh yeah, then I remember going to one of Leon's friends (Eugine) and one of Ean's friends (Rizal), and told them to button up their shirts! LMAO! I vague remember gripping Rizal's  shirt collar!

Then I threw up in the bathroom twice and I zonked out on the sofa. I heard the count down and everything but was too wasted to care. When I woke up like at 1am, I felt somewhat better.

LMAO, most of my friends have went home and they were only a couple of drunkards (Ming, Nat and Vun Min) snoozing at a table. I think Nyat was the only sober one. Kenn was pretty sober too, the idiot.

Vun Min was a goner. She was like babbling worse than I was. She couldn't even count properly!

One.. twooo.. three... then four... like... fiveee? after five... sixhh... eight...

lmao.. I wanted to test her so I went, 'After eight is Z, right?'

and she gave me this blurry confused look. 'But isn't Z an alphabet?'

LMAO... she was right, but it was freaking funny.

And I asked her, 'Ei, everyone has twenty toes, right?'

'...Right...'

LOL!