Friday. Most of my friends would go down to London today to attend the first session of the introduction week for Middle Temple. 3 days there and they get 4 qualifying sessions. I thought of going, but I'll have to pay for it. Not cheap... dining is not that cheap. Plus shopping? Not worth it. *cheapskate me*
I think I'm going nuts just sitting and waiting. I had a long dream last night. In my dream, I am working, probably as a secretary or OL (office lady). I had two tasks; prepare buffet for Raya celebration and to do filing. It's so funny because in real life; I haven't done both before and most importantly, why Raya celebration? I think I miss the food oh-too-much.
I'm seriously going crazy. Doomed.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
One Film, Six Degrees of Separation
I watched a movie today. It's an old film called Girl, Interrupted starring Winona Ryder, Angelina Jolie, Clea DuVall, Whoopi Goldberg and Brittany Murphy. And it struck me, all five of them are real life lunatics. At least during a certain stage of their lives. No offence to the late Brittany Murphy though.
I especially admired the portrayal of the friendship bond between Winona and Angelina's characters. So much betrayal yet they continue to stay loyal to each other. Maybe because it's about crazy people and that's how their friendship work.
Then I saw something unbelievable. Jared Leto. He's always been an underrated actor. Somewhat like Stuart Townsend. Jared's acting reminded me of Jake Gyllenhaal. I watched most of his movies before he got famous as the frontman of you-name-it; 30 Seconds to Mars. I hate how people relate his music to his looks. He actually gave up Cameron Diaz before he hit big time on the charts. Well, youth nowadays listening to the radio never really cared. Maybe me, hailing from the older generation, is too critical about music.
I only listened to one radio channel when I was back in Malaysia and that was Mix.FM. Everyday they play the same repetitive songs several times over the day. I always anticipate Ace of Base, Shawn Colvin, Boyzone and Lady Antebellum. Oh yes, they have a few irritating songs that repeat several times a day as well. Think Rihanna's 'Rude Boy'.
Let me try something in this post. Relate the cast of Girl, Interrupted with music.
Winona Ryder - dated Blake Sennet of Rilo Kiley
Angelina Jolie - once married to actor-singer Billy Bob Thornton
Clea DuVall - currently dating Camila Grey of Uh Huh Her
Whoopi Goldberg - a singer herself
Brittany Murphy - a singer herself too
Jared Leto - lead singer of 30 Seconds to Mars
Girl, Interrupted is a good movie and I'm so affected by Kevin Bacon's Six Degrees of Separation to be running wild with references to other media. Something is wrong with my brain, like seriously.
I especially admired the portrayal of the friendship bond between Winona and Angelina's characters. So much betrayal yet they continue to stay loyal to each other. Maybe because it's about crazy people and that's how their friendship work.
Then I saw something unbelievable. Jared Leto. He's always been an underrated actor. Somewhat like Stuart Townsend. Jared's acting reminded me of Jake Gyllenhaal. I watched most of his movies before he got famous as the frontman of you-name-it; 30 Seconds to Mars. I hate how people relate his music to his looks. He actually gave up Cameron Diaz before he hit big time on the charts. Well, youth nowadays listening to the radio never really cared. Maybe me, hailing from the older generation, is too critical about music.
I only listened to one radio channel when I was back in Malaysia and that was Mix.FM. Everyday they play the same repetitive songs several times over the day. I always anticipate Ace of Base, Shawn Colvin, Boyzone and Lady Antebellum. Oh yes, they have a few irritating songs that repeat several times a day as well. Think Rihanna's 'Rude Boy'.
Let me try something in this post. Relate the cast of Girl, Interrupted with music.
Winona Ryder - dated Blake Sennet of Rilo Kiley
Angelina Jolie - once married to actor-singer Billy Bob Thornton
Clea DuVall - currently dating Camila Grey of Uh Huh Her
Whoopi Goldberg - a singer herself
Brittany Murphy - a singer herself too
Jared Leto - lead singer of 30 Seconds to Mars
Girl, Interrupted is a good movie and I'm so affected by Kevin Bacon's Six Degrees of Separation to be running wild with references to other media. Something is wrong with my brain, like seriously.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
It's Like Forgetting the Words to Your Favorite Song.
This post is a reply to the heavy bombardment that I'd received in a fellow blogger's post: Hands All Over, I Hate You
She, once too many, never fail to leave her footprint on my Facebook page.
Often, either at wee hours in the morning or the late nights. But, mostly while she's working as LOL (Little Office Lady -according to her)
Her grudge grows stronger, though silent, I know lies within the fact that I named someone Poodle. She's an obsessive compulsive shopper.
I don't know how many times she'd sworn off shopping.
As many of you would know; old habit dies hard. True enough.
I told her that we should visit Hong Kong.In turn she went there without me and went on to plan her next trips without me.
But insisted me to go on the "expensive" and near impossible one; JAPAN.
Poor people like me; jobless and rejected, where on earth can I find the dimes to afford such luxury?
This so-called manager, me, always fail to control her whims and oh yes, this is work without salary.
Malaysia has to start enforcing minimum wage law.
I should change my profession, to full time loan shark.
Put my daddy's credit card to good use.
Purchases at SEED, Anakku and Khalil Fong's concert.
All courtesy of the Mastercard.
Now that I've got a new Visa Debit; waiting for her chance to "christen" it.
Maroon 5. I've been listening to their songs since high school.
Examine their music videos inside out; outside in.
Why was their first video so plain while the rest; too explicit in nature? (still no answer)
Oh yes, the fact that Sara Bareilles is their opening act helps.
I adore her. Who doesn't?
Not only her love songs, but her raw concert performances.
Though comparable to Vanessa Carlton, I'd take her as a shoe-in for my missed Regina Spektor.
Bottom line, it was just unlucky that you had to chat with me 8am UK time.
At 9am the tickets start selling and I had to find ways to waste time before the online sales start.
LOL, on the computer desk, working and onlining. Per usual.
Now even named me LOMO. Maybe I should get a Leica so I can take Lomo effect pictures?
Don't even get me started on your guilty pleasure; dandy indulgences:
#1 iPad
#2 NEX5 vs GF-1; then GF-1 vs Mr. Oly
All the shopping whims. Poodle, another guilty party. Made her even more susceptible to the pitfall of addiction.
Not easy to be tamed; both of you. Two peas in a pod.
Often, either at wee hours in the morning or the late nights. But, mostly while she's working as LOL (Little Office Lady -according to her)
Her grudge grows stronger, though silent, I know lies within the fact that I named someone Poodle. She's an obsessive compulsive shopper.
I don't know how many times she'd sworn off shopping.
As many of you would know; old habit dies hard. True enough.
I told her that we should visit Hong Kong.In turn she went there without me and went on to plan her next trips without me.
But insisted me to go on the "expensive" and near impossible one; JAPAN.
Poor people like me; jobless and rejected, where on earth can I find the dimes to afford such luxury?
This so-called manager, me, always fail to control her whims and oh yes, this is work without salary.
Malaysia has to start enforcing minimum wage law.
I should change my profession, to full time loan shark.
Put my daddy's credit card to good use.
Purchases at SEED, Anakku and Khalil Fong's concert.
All courtesy of the Mastercard.
Now that I've got a new Visa Debit; waiting for her chance to "christen" it.
Maroon 5. I've been listening to their songs since high school.
Examine their music videos inside out; outside in.
Why was their first video so plain while the rest; too explicit in nature? (still no answer)
Oh yes, the fact that Sara Bareilles is their opening act helps.
I adore her. Who doesn't?
Not only her love songs, but her raw concert performances.
Though comparable to Vanessa Carlton, I'd take her as a shoe-in for my missed Regina Spektor.
Bottom line, it was just unlucky that you had to chat with me 8am UK time.
At 9am the tickets start selling and I had to find ways to waste time before the online sales start.
LOL, on the computer desk, working and onlining. Per usual.
Now even named me LOMO. Maybe I should get a Leica so I can take Lomo effect pictures?
Don't even get me started on your guilty pleasure; dandy indulgences:
#1 iPad
#2 NEX5 vs GF-1; then GF-1 vs Mr. Oly
All the shopping whims. Poodle, another guilty party. Made her even more susceptible to the pitfall of addiction.
Not easy to be tamed; both of you. Two peas in a pod.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Life Unexpected. Truly.
Life is unfair. Life is tough. Life has a meaning.
I have just been through the worst summer of my life. All the mishaps culminating to the undesired and unexpected path of road that I'll be taking instead of doing the BPTC. I have decided to apply for Tier 1 visa for post-study work and then work for a year before re-applying for BPTC next year. That is the only option left for me since I don't want to lose out on the hefty deposit sum (non-refundable).
I just hope that this little bump in my life helps me to grow and continue to learn.
I have just been through the worst summer of my life. All the mishaps culminating to the undesired and unexpected path of road that I'll be taking instead of doing the BPTC. I have decided to apply for Tier 1 visa for post-study work and then work for a year before re-applying for BPTC next year. That is the only option left for me since I don't want to lose out on the hefty deposit sum (non-refundable).
I just hope that this little bump in my life helps me to grow and continue to learn.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wounded Heart
It's been a long while since I last blogged. Totally lost the touch of it. The combined feeling of wholesomeness and relief after sharing my thoughts only. Now I'm really troubled. Even though many felt happy for me; I too felt happy but the persons I'm closest to are not.
I didn't get First Class, I know I'm not the First Class graduate kind because first of all, I'm not studious and secondly I am not quite used to the teaching system in UK. I might be enjoying myself a little too much in the UK with all the temptations being the people, music and traveling. Nevertheless I knew what I had to do and I aimed to secure a Second Upper.
After the exams, I thought that EU Law would significantly affect my marks. I was even more afraid that my Dissertation would pull me down to a Second Lower because well, I seriously could not predict my marks. Above all, I did a LONG DISSERTATION which could go either way to secure my degree or not.
When I told my mother about my results today, she wasn't too ecstatic. She was like: "Are you satisfied with your results? Then, that's good."
I had to be satisfied with my results and I was incredibly happy to say that I've got a First Class in my Dissertation. However she didn't seem to share the same joy that I felt. Was she expecting me to get a First Class?
I can't get the conversation out of my head. I couldn't reach my dad for words of comfort. My brother is of NO USE! He didn't even ask me about my results. 叉烧仔!!!
I didn't get First Class, I know I'm not the First Class graduate kind because first of all, I'm not studious and secondly I am not quite used to the teaching system in UK. I might be enjoying myself a little too much in the UK with all the temptations being the people, music and traveling. Nevertheless I knew what I had to do and I aimed to secure a Second Upper.
After the exams, I thought that EU Law would significantly affect my marks. I was even more afraid that my Dissertation would pull me down to a Second Lower because well, I seriously could not predict my marks. Above all, I did a LONG DISSERTATION which could go either way to secure my degree or not.
When I told my mother about my results today, she wasn't too ecstatic. She was like: "Are you satisfied with your results? Then, that's good."
I had to be satisfied with my results and I was incredibly happy to say that I've got a First Class in my Dissertation. However she didn't seem to share the same joy that I felt. Was she expecting me to get a First Class?
I can't get the conversation out of my head. I couldn't reach my dad for words of comfort. My brother is of NO USE! He didn't even ask me about my results. 叉烧仔!!!