I'm reaching the last lap for this academic year, and before i begin mugging like never before for my end year exams, i need to complete this very last cognitive psychology essay assignment. Wah, major stuff, until did research at national library also ok? A first time ever, during this year that i've put in this amount of effort.

Until the next time when i think that something needs to die die be blogged or if I just get so tired of the same old post, I think i will be on a blog halt.
Quite sick of the word "hiatus".
Anyway.

Actually ah, knowing myself, when i begin mugging, i BET i'll have plenty of nonsense to spout. *rolls eyes*
Anyway.

Onward too, all ye taking examinations soooon! We shall overcome and win this war.


Till Then.
"The Lord is my Strength and Portion forever"

Mooncakes are the new evil

(ok, i censored one photo that was suppose to be here because it actually looked quite scary, even for an anyhowly edited-to-look-like-something-evil mooncake)


:-(
I haven't even begun my mooncake binge, when i realized that my face already resembles something like mooncake proportions. So sad.

But my cell mates are coming over to my place for... what else, a Mooncake PARDEE tomorrow, so how can i NOT eat, right? RIGHT?!

Be gone you, thoughts-of-not-joining-in-the-gastronomic-fun. WA HAH HAH!

:-9 *slurp!* (my newly discovered/created emoticon!)

It's a long journey to discover oneself, and it's an equally long one to get to know more about someone else.
Even mom and dad are discovering new things about one another (eh, well, now and then), and it's been about 20+ years.

As I'm discovering your likes, dislikes, characterisitics and quirks, i am amazed and delighted each time at how i see that both our similarities and differences go neatly together.

The similarities enhance and enrich, while the differences (of course not all the differences are positive.) fit together nicely to complement one another. It's almost as if everything is fitting bit by bit into a complete jig saw puzzle.

(yes, an overused and probably certified hackneyed analogy. Please forgive me.)

In a jig saw puzzle, each piece is cut out differently, each subtly different in shape, each with a different printed picture portion, no piece being the same.
Every little jig saw piece has its rightful place in the picture and not one can take the place of the other. Without one single piece, the picture lies incomplete, even unsightly, not giving the beauty that it was suppose to convey its full credit.

Yet in all their differences, they fit and fuse together snugly, colours and shapes, to reveal a perfect masterpiece at the end of the day.

(kudos to Picasa 2 that allows techno dodos like mua to edit existing photographs.)

(original post has been censored)

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Went through and still going through some emotional upheaval crap. I read and re-read that post and felt that i couldn't keep it posted up.

Something that amused me yesterday, an SMS conversation:

Jo: (not the exact message i sent)
YARK! There's this UNCLE UNCLE NEXT TO ME (on the bus) WHO IS LITERALLY USING 2 TEN CENT COINS TO PULL CHIN HAIRS! Very tempted to take a photo... I'm never going to think of or look at coins the same way ever again anymore.

Sister:
Er. You never see before meh? After they are done, they'll store the 10 cent coin in their ear. Seriously.

Oh. My. Goodness.

Imagine the possibility of what might happen if that uncle meets a student with a donation tin can...

Flipping through the Ikea magazine makes me think of going to furniture stores with tastefully designed wares, hand-in-hand with my err, imaginary husband.

Oh! How i would love to have those simple but chic kitchenware with clean and smooth finishes without the ah-mah looking motifs and prints often seen on cheap porcelain kitchenware you get at late night pasar malams or heartland hardware shops and...
Oh! How about those deliciously gleaming and sleek stainless steel cutlery with them generous curves (oooh, sexy!) !
And...
OH! What i would give to have those funky rainbow bedsheets. Ok fine, but they are available only from the kid's section. :-( *pout*

I just love the idea of coming up with a concept for my future home, filling the white empty space with new fixtures, breathing in the smells of the fresh and newly opened/set-up, having the choice of how cluttered i want my home to be, with ornaments and whatnot.

(Too much stuff sitting on the floor traps dust and grime and makes it hard to sweep and mop, you see.)

But I'm also a fan of deep, warm colours as well... *puuurrrr*

Maybe more later.

Yesterday ah, the Technophobe went to Techno Heaven. (The less dodgy looking one.)

And so right now, after feverishly ripping apart with her vicious fangs and sharpened claws and drooling over the items complete with bulging bloodshot eyes opening the tough plastic boxes that barred her from her prized purchases.... Her lappie, a.k.a Adele, (it's a Dell lappie) has new friends!



YEAYYYYY!!!
















For a person who fears knowing about IT related stuff, she does actually like such (simple enough) gadgets.

My mouse is funky because its cord can be retracted and STORED IN THE MOUSE. HOW FUNKY IS THAT. No mess!

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Jolly Jean had a bug. She loved that bug so much, she bought a bug run for it, put in lots of sand for bug burrows, sometimes bought bug friends that eventually died (oh well) and fed the bug all its favourite food. Jolly Jean made sure her pet bug was well taken care of.
The bug felt so very loved.

And whenever Jolly Jean leans over the bug run to tell the bug how the bug is the only bug in her Jolly heart, the bug... Well...

=D

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Did i already say that i am very happy, fortunate and blessed? lalala. My happiness isn't stemming from the fact that all my gadgets work so no need to go back to Techno Heaven to make a goods exchange.

I am aware that this might be an incoherent post. To most people at least.

;D

This is Skinny. (not its name.) They're no longer identifiable by markings on their bodies, but by who's fatter. I kid you not.










This is Fatso, lying on its back in sheer hedonism. See its little feet? And see how it's practically PIAK-ed out, SPREAD OUT, SPLAT, like a slug? Munching on something fresh out from its pouch too, no less.















He's got the most doofus-ty face that i've ever seen. More doofus- ty than mine, and that says a lot already.







*sigh* Yes, he placed himself there, the little sandwich filling, he is.












You know, they just make life a tad more bearable.

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I can safely say that i've been banging on my white and black keys for about 2+ hours? Since... i don't know, 12+pm, 1pm? (about 3:45 pm now) Not too sure. It's been a long while since i've stared at "tao gehs" because i've begun taking keyboard classes since the beginning of this year that required me to play chords (which we derive from looking at alphabets) for praise and worship in church.
Been too accustomed to alphabets lately, so reading notes had been slightly alien just now. Had to stare quite hard at the bass clef notes to figure out what they were.

David Lanz has some seriously nice piano pieces that i've conquered years ago but argh, i sound really bad playing them now. It's the entire lack of practice and to rub salt to the wound, i've got short and fat fingers. Playing chords that range one octave is challenging enough, but some chords need me to stretch beyond that.
Arrr, saya taboleh lah.

But what was freaky, was that while i was banging away, i kept hearing this strange tap-tap sounds coming from the room(s) on my right. And each time when i would stop to listen, i wouldn't hear them anymore.
I got up from where i was seated and went to investigate. I didn't see or find anything strange (a ghostly figure sitting in a corner hammering wooden pieces or something?) or anything that would explain what i heard.
Even Jed was sleeping soundly in my room which was in the direction of the funny sounds.

Went back to the piano feeling puzzled and as i continued playing, the back door to the kitchen SLAMMED really loudly. You know how doors slam shut when the wind blows too strongly? Yeah, that kind of slamming. But i looked out the windows, and saw that the trees were still and unmoving under the hot sun. And then i sat still trying to ascertain if i could feel any winds going through the house, but no, i felt nothing. Zilch.

Sigh. I guess i really suck so bad on the piano, reading tao geh, that even the fellas in the other dimension lost their patience and had to tell me to quit making such a din.

NB: Anyway, i checked again and found that it was indeed windy downstairs lah. So, no ghosts. =)

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I've just finished the second last assignment for the year and i'm taking a break as well as psyching myself up for the last and most major essay that will actually account for the grades of two whole assignments. How scary is that.

Out of 4 questions, i am suppose to pickity dickity 1. And wow. Each question is SO GENERAL, SO GENERAL that i think every single cognitive psychology resource out there in the entire universe is applicable to the question. Now, i am beginning to feel mortal fear growing in me because, bear in mind, i have a very anal retentive tutor whom i have dubbed "The Oracle", and he has no qualms about failing people as he deems "fit".

Oh, how i cower in horror!

Anyway.

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This post was originally suppose to just say that... I am very happy. And fortunate. And blessed.

Dum dee dee dum.
=) =D
=)) =DD

What makes a good or not-so-good archer?

Very simply, a good archer is someone who has a positive attitude towards teaching, constructive criticism, learning, has patience and does not give up. It would be a bonus if the person is a natural, but it's ok if one is the sort who'll do ok but just with more practice.

A not-so-good archer is simply the opposite of the above, OR, someone who isn't able to handle the physical aspects of the sport.

I absolutely hate it when certain people do not see potential and do not consider the other essential external factors, but straight away look only at the end result(s) to pass unfair judgement upon others.
Shallow, i tell you.

The worse part is when they themselves don't show results, STILL think that they are good archers, and have the cheek to use their same shallow mode of classification to label other people.
DUH, please go look at yourself in the mirror first ok?

Ok, i was pissed.

I relayed to Jed all your well wishes and he says that he's so happy and touched *woof!*
that he wants to now, errr, reward you with his, errr, Killer Cute Faces:
(Don't look at me, I simply follow his instructions like the good slave i am. The little Narcissist! Anyway, please don't kill the messenger.)



Translated Message:
"Thank *wheee!* you everyone! *wag* *adoring eyes* I woooov yooooou." *wet kiss* *scratchy paws*

(Now gimme a biscuit, i'm a lot better now. Plleeeaassseee?
*Arrf? Aarrff??*)



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A word from the author:
Hi everyone, would just like to say Thank You! for your comments. Jed's been our family's precious (and irritating) pooch, albeit an organic monster vacuum, which was probably the trait in him that caused his food poisoning. A habit that originates from his genes that cannot be kicked, i suppose.
Really appreciate your concern! Aaaarrrwoooo, Have Goooood Day! :-)

Never been this ill

He weakly slid hopped off the chair and proceeded to stand about weakly and hunched over on the marble floor, with his 3-4 vertebrae worth of a tail tucked against his furry brown backside. I watched him, not knowing what he was going to do next.
Vomit? Collapse and die?

His hind legs seemed like they were about to give way but then he circled around a couple of times, as dogs do before they lie down, and collapsed on the floor and lay on his side in a stiff pile. His little legs stuck out from his body like toothpicks in a cocktail sausage, his chest suddenly ballooning to an abnormal size.

Now, he wouldn't do this because he's a creature of comfort! I thought. And then i recalled with fear in my heart, how my previous dog collapsed and died in the animal hospital, right at the waiting area before anyone even came out to save his life.

Before i could decide on how to assist him, almost instantly, he got back on his feet, wheezed a few times, hunched over and released a torrent of pinkish-orangeyish lumpy gunk from his tiny mouth.
Must be his breakfast and then some.

"It's ok Jed, that's a good boy... (pat pat) I won't scold you for puking this time... (strokes his head) Just DON'T EAT IT BACK..." (Yes, he does eat his puke if you don't stop him.)

I have discovered that i don't find watching animals puke as disgusting and puke/retch-inducing as a human puking.

I figured he felt better after getting all that crap out of his system because he managed to lie down for a while although his breath was laboured at regular intervals.

Awaiting vet's beckoning call.

And so after:
- a telling off from the interesting vet (*holds his little snout shut and joggles it a bit* "You ah! Must've eaten something bad!"),
- being sodomised by a thermometer (Oooo, nasty!),
- a nail trimming (he hates it. *struggle, struggle, whine, whine*),
- a jab on his thigh for his vomiting (Oww!),
- a bath (he hates that too. *whine*)
- another scare when he passed out blood
- another call to the vet who spoke reassuringly and suggested starting Jed on the medication anyway
- 4 pills to swallow (To a greedy min pin, i wonder if that's half bad)

He's now resting in a bed of dry, clean towels in my sister's room and being kept under close observation.
My poor baby.