Written by lainie at 03:10 PM on December 1, 2003.

That up there is the sign that should be attached to my forehead to warn people off.

I slept at 6am this morning, and mommy dearest woke me up at NINE. To do what? To go to my aunt's house to wrap cookies for my cousin's wedding. I'm developing an unhealthy dislike for weddings.

Now note, I am not kidding when I say I have butter fingers. The thing about wrapping cookies is that they're wrapped in some super slippery clear plastic stuff. And when I say wrapped, I mean it's supposed to be neatly folded with pleats everywhere, a nice ribbon, a tag, and some lil choker thingie. Not only that, the pleats are folded in such a way that the plastic neatly rests on the cookies in a nice heart shape. Remember, this is slippery, slidey plastic we're talking about.

I can't even tie my hair in the morning (not exaggeration).

Of course that doesn't mean I don't try. I'm folding, it's slipping, I'm pleating, it's sliding. Aunty Sally arrives ten minutes later and I'm still trying to wrap the same pair of cookies. Another ten minutes later, Aunty Sally's wrapped a lot, and I'm still at my first pair.

Another five minutes later (that's almost half an hour) I was finally done with wrapping my first pair of cookies!! WOOHOO!! You know why? Cause I accidentally broke the cookies.

I broke the next pair too.

And the next.

I didn't break many more, in fact, I managed to get around twenty pairs wrapped in 3 hours!

Then my aunt came to check on the cookies and did some startled 'what the hell happened here???' eyes. Everything had to be unwrapped again.

So after 3 hours, the tally for Lainie was:
10+ broken cookies. 0 successfully wrapped ones.

....If I ever get married, everyone's getting a donut. I don't care. I never wanna see a cookie again for the rest of my life.

Since I'm an utter failure at wrapping cookies (I did warn them) I've been sent home to type out the wedding lists. My mother is nuts if she thinks I'm gonna be working now. I'm gonna surf, nap, wake up and have a snack, then type like crazy and hope I make it back there in time.

Oh and before I forget, let me mention my sleepy drive home blaring corny party songs. My pathetic sense of direction evaporates when I'm sleepy. I didn't know how to go home.

I'm in Ipoh. It's a 20 minutes - drive- to -anywhere small city. I was driving home from the Tiger Lane area. My closest friends stay there. My tennis and swimming lessons were there. I drive my mother to that area a few times every week. I used to have tuition 3 times a week in that area. Oh for fuck's sake I used to be in the area everyday. And I had no idea at all which road led home.

So yes, pathetically stupid and clumsy when sleepy. If this post does not make sense, I guess I don't have to tell you why. Now I'm off to catch some shut-eye.
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Written by lainie at 10:31 PM on December 2, 2003.

I'm going to sleep soon....It's only ten o'clock right now...This is so weird I never sleep before 2 am.....Yeah, as usual mom's been tiring me out total.

I've been demoted from 'unsuccessful cookie wrapper' to 'partially professional pink silk ribbon mess-maker'. If anyone complains about the weird looking ribbons during the wedding, I'd feel obliged to knock a few teeth out for them.

Went for dinner tonight with my family....It was so embarrassing...my parents had some heated 'debate' in the quiet restaurant and then Gazel joined in. Gazel's not loud, but she can be a bit....high pitched...All the waiters and few other patrons stared.

Me? I was just enjoying my last meal in that restaurant with my family cause no way in hell am I stepping in there again....hahah...I don't get shy easily, embarrassed for them yes, for me no. Comes from years of practice falling flat on my face in front of crowds.

It's not the first time I've done something like that anyway (as in enjoy what is potentially my last meal somewhere thanks to stuff either my friends or I have done...puked (me, friends), argued (everyone), cried (not me), punch-kick fought (erm....me), catfights (not me), showed fabulous display of bad temper (hopefully not me), acted extremely stupid cause was high (which college girl hasn't?).

So yeah...

And I really liked that restaurant too. Ooooh the three of them...I could kick their collective asses ....except...well...I don't really earn my own income yet
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Written by lainie at 04:13 PM on December 3, 2003.

Time for a huge sigh of relief cause all cookies for the wedding dinner are baked, prettied up, and sitting in my living room right now waiting for Sunday where we place them on the dining tables.

I'm pretty happy as well since I just bought a few pencils Yeah I'm one of those annoying people who like stationery shops...I do have a valid reason to, I draw. Basically got 2B 4B 6B and 8B, since I'm out of all the darker ones. Guess I can work on some portraits if I wanna! I'm so lazy these a days though...but hey, at least I've taken the first step.

Drove my mother to the bank just now cause she wanted to get some jewellery from the vault. She's freaking out a little cause one of her ruby rings set in yellow gold is missing. She likes it a lot. I bet it's just in another bank....Hmmm...

Anyways she wants to wear ruby to match her dress that night..It's some red wine / port colour. She's wearing some other ruby and diamond ring instead. She'd wanted the gold setting cause her shoes are gold. Now she's getting another pair to match this ring. She likes to tell me that the ring has been with her longer than I have. Old people prefer the old way of setting diamonds I suppose (hee hee...I don't have requisite guts to call her old to her face).....Although I'm quite fond of old settings too (Or maybe I just like jewellery?).

The dinner is held in Ipoh. The thing about a small city is that the restaurants aren't very big. And the thing about small restaurants is that there definitely won't be enough tables to accomodate all the people who want to come. ...Also because it's a small city, people know Julian's getting married (to Kelly)...some expected to be invited and weren't, and now are feeling snubbed.

It's bound to happen anyway *shrug*. As it is, there have been a few people who just assumed they were invited, and some who have just invited themselves. So now there aren't even any spare tables left (restaurants normally reserve 2 spare tables for extra -ie: unexpected- people during wedding dinners).

We actually do need spare tables, since a lot of people did not heed the RSVP sign on the wedding invitation. We have a very vague idea who is coming and who isn't (what the hell do these people think RSVP mean??). If too many people show up, we are screwed, cause the upper floor of the restaurant is already taken up by another wedding (and who would separate the wedding dinner like this??). At last count, we only have 60+ tables.

So that's my day for today. Oh yes, I drove back from my aunt's place with a big box of the King of Fruits. Yeap. DURIANS. I hate how they smell, especially when they've been kept in the freezer. Oh Malaysians know what I'm talking about. These are the smelliest buggers on Earth. They smell like someone in the back of the car has a serious gas problem. My sister loves them. I only eat them when I have a flu infection and can't smell anything (they don't taste the same way they smell). Then I'll spend the next few hours with a nosebleed from eating durians. Very attractive.

Now I'm off to break in my new pencils a bit
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Written by lainie at 01:09 AM on December 4, 2003.

My father is probably one of the few men in Ipoh who has a daughter who likes music from his era (Engelbert Humperdinck type, Deep Purple type, Beatles type...almost everything -I'm flexible).

However : My father mainly only listens to the one type of music that gives his daughter a mega headache.

He has demanded for me to download a whole list of trance- techno music.

WHYYY?? WHYYYYY MY FATHER???

Life. It's so ironic.
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Written by lainie at 06:16 PM on December 4, 2003.

I woke up, got ready, showered, shopped like crazy and came back. It's an hour away from dinner now.

Bought some shoes with very dangerous stillettoes...At the rate I'm going the most likely way for me to die at home will be to trip in my slutty shoes and fall on an upended spiky heel through my throat.

Got some make-up too....According to my mother it's about time I got some new ones since I've tanned a lot since college years...Those who knew me back in my school days realise that, I guess. I used to come back home from college after two months, and my maid would do a double-take and be absolutely dismayed at my skin tone *rolls eyes*....

Also got some clothes, some bodyshop stuff...and...some other stuff...I can't remember anymore, the whole day's like a blur...

How the heck does my mom and other females do this much shopping so often?? I'd die in a few days x_x

In other news, remember my wallpaper in the gallery?

My mom thought it was one of those delightful illusions, look from one angle and it's a vagina / pair of boobs/ dick, look from another angle and it's a hamburger (don't ask, I've been looking for ages and I have no idea how she came up with that).

My father thought I'd been spending my time on MSPaint drawing porno toys to vent off.....extra energy....*Lainie raises an eyebrow*

Gazel just thinks of me as the annoying younger sister.

My family doesn't shock easy, does it? I think I've put them through too much last time as a teenager, sigh. Not much fun left for me in my adult years then.
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Written by lainie at 09:30 PM on December 4, 2003.

I have a headache so I popped some aspirins.

Then I wanted some music so I put on the headphones, blasted some songs from Audioslave, Raveonettes, Vines, Hives, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Ryan Adams,......whatever....

Headbanged a bit.

Took some medication for my mild flu (cough, cold, temperature)

Came back and headbanged a bit more.

Took another 2 aspirins (wonder why, huh?).

Looked for cold drinks in the fridge and drank some liqour because I'm so smart, and didn't want herbal tea or Vitagen, the only 2 alternatives.

If I was a manga character, my eyes will look like this X_X
And my hair would look like a Super-Saiya girl.

Mental note: Cheap drunks should *not* drink alcohol after taking medication. Yes. Stupid! *kicks self on head*. Stupid!
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Written by lainie at 10:53 PM on December 4, 2003.

What role do you see vampirism playing in Gothic Paganism ? Is it positive, negative, both, neither - ?
Vampirism is a wonderful tool for literature, but people who're convinced they're vampires need a reality check. Don't think it plays a role in gothic paganism....

Do you practice any traditional varieties of magic, i.e. Wiccan, ceremonial, chaos etc.?
Erm....I do know a few of those summoning stuff (which probably don't really work, and I don't like anyway) that I learned in school from Malay girls....and I can do a few tarot card spreads...although I need to work on my minor arcana interpretations, I guess. I used to be interested in palm readings, but that didn't pan out well.

To what extent, if any, are you involved in the larger gothic scene?
I'm not...I can talk about Poe, Ann Radcliffe and a few graveyard poets (esp Thomas Gray) with goths, and I do know some goth guys, but they're rare and few in Malaysia. It's just not in our culture. Mainly they dress Goth, watch a lot of Battle Royale type of movies, get drunk, do drugs, and think I'm okay to hang out with. Oh and I don't know about the sullen demeanour, the goths here sure can dance.

To what extent, if any, are you involved in the larger pagan scene?
I'm an agnostic, hedonistic, heathen monetarist. I'd say based on those few I'm already in the scene although it's more a put-upon category than something I subscribe to.

Are you a vegetarian? If so, is this a spiritual decision for you?
Me? Vegetarian? Not even close.


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Have you ever had an encounter with spirits / ghosts of any kind?
Yeah...I guess...I seem to attract stuff like that...I've been...umm...sat on before by something invisible while sleeping, but I put that down to the biological seizure somethin thingie explanation.....Had some other stuff happen to me before that's been too scary, affected me for months after that. I put it down to hallucinations.

And my Buddhist bracelets...twice I walked into a temple, and they broke at the entrance. That was *not* good (sorta sign that I'm being followed or something). You should have seen the wide berth I got from staring mothers steering their children into the temple.

Oh and the last time I played spirit of the coin, one of the girls got possessed (or, suddenly really crazy), her eyes started rolling wildly in different directions, she frothed, spouted a shit load of obscenities at the teachers (we played in school), tried to punch out a few girls, tore at her clothes, and generally went really, really mad. Umm...nice girl otherwise. Very calm, polite, pleasant. Oh, in the end, when enough people caught her and kept her still I think she spasmed then passed out.

Obviously that's why that's the last time I played spirit of the coin. I could do without people having everlasting memories of me like that. I create enough bad impressions as it is.

Do you believe in aliens?
Alien life forms? Yeah...I'm not one of the Area51 freak-os though. I think it's likely and possible for lifeform to exist elsewhere, although maybe not necessarily as we tend to portray them in the media....I'm not even sure I expect them to be sentient.

Do you think that there is a government conspiracy going on, like in X-Files
Umm....I think there is one in the 'Why Bush is going to war' newspaper headlines, but that's about it, why?

What do you think of Nostradamus?
Read some books about it, seems to vague and over-hyped. Couldn't care less about it's accuracy. Hmm..that reminds me, I have a book on him I haven't finished yet....

What would you choose to be, a vampire, fairy, devil, elf, werewolf, unicorn, poltergeist, ghost etc?
Yo no fight this, I'd be an opener, ala Tim Hunter. Or someone like John Constantine......(I read too many comics huh?). Total magical powers, yeah I can live with that.

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Name one gothic group
Shakespear's Sisters? *ducks from the black boots chucked at her*

What are booya stones?
Sounds like a bad Ali G joke....Ummm...I've read this somewhere...some lump of supposed radium that emits x-ray blue light stuff right? I don't know...

What is Area 51?
A place people obsess about too much....


hehe...here's something by Bjork:

On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry

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Written by lainie at 01:16 PM on December 5, 2003.

Okay people, pop quiz!

Imagine this scenario, it's 2 am, you're at home. Okay now get into expensive trouble with your sleeping mother and sister, and your father who's coming home soon.

[Guess what I've been doing huh?]

I don't know what scenario you came up with, but I decided to re-park the car properly in the porch, and ummm - reversed my sister's car straight into the electric gate. Oh yeah. I forgot to open it before I reversed.

Never mind the super loud amount of clattering noise I get from doing that which sets all the neighbourhood dogs barking I mean, it's 2am and all). I get out of the car, and I'm confronted with the horrifying sight of the gate hanging a few inches off alignment.

I test the gate by opening it a few inches. It works, albeit a bit noisily now. Sigh of relief, check the car - no six inch gash on paint, thank goodness, go in and watch Scary Movie 3.

I sent an sms to tell Rano what I did and this is the reply she sent me:

What? Oh my god, don't worry abt the gate, worry abt the car! What are your parents goin to do...Why am I freaking out?....Calm calm calm calm

I don't know why she was freaking out either, especially since I had no intention of admitting to it anyway. Yeah right. Hey mom, wake up, I just drove Gazel's car into the gate. The gate doesn't look good. Hehe...cmon Rano, would I admit to that?

So in the middle of laughing my ass off in Scary Movie 3, my father comes home. Only the gate jams up after opening in a few inches or so. My father seems to think that an appropriate response for that is to honk the car horn loudly, and continuously, early in the morning.

If he was my neighbour, I'd kill him. Lucky for him he's my dad then.

So obviously, my mother wakes up, comes down and it takes them all of 2 seconds to shift the blame to me, and less than a minute after that to figure out what happened.

I found out this morning the gate is going to be pricy to fix.

I am not a good, loved daughter right now.
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Written by lainie at 01:55 PM on December 5, 2003.

Somebody, pry me away from this evil site:

Let Them Sing It For You
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Written by lainie at 01:09 AM on December 6, 2003.

Busy busy...

After dinner I got a call from Rish to meet up with her and Nish for their dinner. Had a fun night, chit chat and all that. Was tired when I came home late.

Within 5 minutes of coming home got a call from Gwen, so left again, this time for a slightly different atmosphere. Went to this cafe / pub place behind Jusco (local shopping mall) that blares music. Was surprised as all the waitresses looked familiar to me.
Turns out they were alllllllll my juniors from high school. I need to work on remembering people...I don't seem to recall anyone from school more than a year younger than me cept for a few...

Gwen didn't allow me to drink any of the alcohol (only 2 girls, a lot of guys, Lainie + alcohol = bad idea), so I had a cup of coffee instead....How sedate.

It's been some time since I set foot in that place, it used to be called LeBrew (I can't remember what it's new name is). See, my friends and I used to avoid LeBrew ever since this friend of mine thought it appropriate to date this guy who was about to get married to some other girl, or something like that.

The two girls had a massive catfight over that issue (and the guy) there. Massive, and embarrassing. I don't know, I would have killed the guy instead...maybe that's just me.

Very sad, I gave Gwen my hamsters (Cadbury and Twix, R.I.P), and their two babies (Kit and Kat, R.I.P -so I'm uncreative, get in line and sue me)....Well, the parents died some time ago (and I did not take it well, at all), and now the babies have died too. Sigh. Hamsters die so soon, they're little bundles of furry heartbreak.

I'm thinking of pooling together with some friends to get Gwen a dog, preferably a toy breed (she lives in an apartment), or another set of hamsters if I'm on my own for the expenses.

I'm taking Gwen to the doctor tomorrow if I can, cause she has some rashes thingie along her spine...I'm afraid it's a strain of herpes (not the STD version) that can come along from the chicken pox, since my ex room-mate had the same problem last time. Not that I would know, so that's where the doctor comes in. Yipes.

Anyway, I guess Gwen can handle her own against the guys, so I left early since I have to wake up early tomorrow for the wedding preparations (*groan* I'm so sick of the wedding by now). Then will be going for manicure and maybe the salon.

I'm surprised I'm still allowed to go out this late at night and drive the car after what I did to it (for those who don't know, I drove into the gate).

Hmmm have a lot of extra steam to let off cause was not able to drink at the pub / cafe place just now....Am listening to my long-lost Fuck The World song~ I love this song


Say FUCK THE WORLD!!
FUCK EM ALL!!
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fuck chicken, fuck ducks...
fuck your mom, fuck your momma's momma....


Hehehee....Fun angry song...I love it..
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Written by lainie at 09:23 PM on December 6, 2003.

Helping my mother type out the wedding speech for the MC. I'm so used to typing it out the way Pillay (the mc) is used to reading it because I've been typing all the speeches he does for the Ladies Hour Club dinners for years now (Lainie is her mom's favourite workhorse, obviously).

Here's an excerpt that made me raise my eyebrows

'Let’s make this an evening of love and romance for Julian and Kelly to remember'

The wedding's one third family, one third apathetic people, and one third drunkards. I'm not sure how that will go down with the rest of the diners, but I'm making a memo in my head to be looking at Julian and Kelly when that part of the speech comes up.

Am typing very delicately since just had a manicure -got a vampy colour again (blood red yeahhhhh). The manicurist in Lulu bar wasn't very good though, she cut my cuticles without asking...I prefer them just pushed back, and either my eyes are playing tricks on me or my nails aren't filed properly. Prefer Kuku bar, definitely (Kuku is a malay word for nail, okay? nothing lewd).

Today was uneventful. No lawsuit threats, no driving cars into gates, no physical abuse, no weird phone calls. Something's so not right here...hmmm....Maybe cause I slept till 4pm today. I slept for 14 hours.

I'm the only one among my friends who's hit twenty and still has the same sleeping habits as I did as a teen.

I read in Greenfairy that 17% of women will stick with their man if he announces he's gay.

Let's all pause now so the realisation sinks in that 17% of the women in the survey are either:

1) so in love
2) so stupid
3) so desperate for any man
or
4) unaware that GAY in this century isn't used to refer to happy men anymore

that they will still stay with him. I can understand if the guy is BIsexual ( I don't mind at all), but gay?

Reality check. Situation: You woman. He likes men.
Reality check number 2. Unzip pants. Look in. No dick? Yes? Something not adding up, yes?
Feel chest. Set of breasts there, yes?

This is why I cannot be friends with stupid people. It will take me all of one day to decide to kill them.
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Written by lainie at 02:49 PM on December 7, 2003.

Just came back from the tea ceremony - Being the Ipoh Yeoh family, our idea of tea ceremony consisted of tea, and a few glasses of whiskey snuck in as tea.

My family of drunkards.

Those who aren't Chinese, and don't know, the couple getting married have to erm...sorta offer tea to their elders in the family, and the younger ones offer the bridal couple tea too (and we get ang pows~)

I watched them drive off with some sugar cane plant in their car. The sugar cane was longer than the limo 0_0 None of us actually know what it's for, but it came with the roots so we're thinking maybe it needs to be planted into the garden or something. My uncles just want it turned into a sugar cane drink.

I was happy thinking about all the rest I'd be getting till I realised next week ain't no holiday either (although it will be better than helping out at the wedding, no doubt).

A lot of my friends are coming to Ipoh....One of my umm...whaddya call it...I'm his mama-san...Haha...His pimp.. He's coming down and he said he'll take me to all the famous Ipoh hawker food places (he has a better sense of direction than me, obviously, since I'm the Ipoh girl with no idea where anything is).

Hehe...Anyone who's asked me to show them around Ipoh can testify to that. I don't know ANY famous hawker place.

Speaking of mama-sans, my mama-san is coming down to Ipoh soon too....She's like an Energizer Bunny....I'm gonna be slowly worn down to death when she comes back she already has so many plans! The last time she mama-san(ed) my ass, I got sold for slightly over $1. Flattering huh? :D

Can't wait for mama-san to come back, then we can grab Gwen and form our stupendous trio driving around town and flashing people near the Polo Ground area again hahaha....Cause people go there to make out in cars....We drive by, honk and flash our lights...

The people making out normally think it's a warning that the cops are coming to raid....So you see all the cars bumping around suddenly go still....Then two heads come up...The car starts up and drives off It's very fun....

Or you can moon them while they're making out that's hilarious too hahaha....Hard to concentrate on your girl in the car when a pair of butt cheeks are pressed against the window.

See, this isn't like Australia or US or UK, it's actually pretty darn illegal to have sex in public, secluded area or not, much less the car park dogging public performance variety. Hmm...for those who don't know what I'm talking about, wait let me rustle up a link...Here you go [link]

Do not ask how many naked people I had to look at before I could find a decent site. You know te drill, you underaged, you clicky link, you educate yourself on sex fetishes and....umm..what's the problem again?

Oh yeah, you're underaged -you no clicky. Lainie might get another lawsuit threat. Lainie has enough people who want to sue her ass. It's okay, don't add to it.
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Written by lainie at 12:20 AM on December 8, 2003.

Tonight was the wedding dinner. My mother's friends told her she has a very sweet looking daughter (ie: me). Oh, joyyyy. I guess they did not see the slit in my skirt that goes way high up everytime I sit down. Nothing very sweet or demure about it - wheeee!

The restaurant we went to has a room specially for us to count the ang pow money we got so we can use it to pay off the dinner bill. We need to do this so the restaurant (preferably) does not have to pay the 3% charge on credit card bill, and we don't get followed home by robbers looking for a quick buck (yeap, this sorta thing happens).

....While I was counting the money, this drunk old man (my dad's age) came in, sat next to me and started hitting on me. Howwww??? How does stuff like this happen to me? My sister, mother and 2 aunts were there, why'd he have to pick me...? He kept looking at my chest too. *Insert mental image of Lainie rolling her eyes, and concentrating on counting money instead of bitchslapping and throwing drinks at drunk guy's face*

I can deal with drunk old men, this sorta chatting up and groping (not that he groped, thank goodness...I can't guarantee what my temper will make me do then) shite happens a lot at Bangsar. Unfortunately, I don't think the sort of action I'd normally take to deal with this type of situation would have been acceptable social behaviour in a family wedding, so I waited patiently while one of my aunts slipped off to get an uncle into the room to keep an eye on the drunkard.

I think I behaved like angelically, all things considered. It's a very creepy-crawly feeling to be chatted up in front of your mom by a drunk old man staring at your boobs. I didn't even cuss at him. Maybe all that money counting put me in a subconsciously good mood or something.

My cousin Tee asked me to introduce some girl friends to him....I was just thinking, he's a nice, mild, regular guy....And I'm the quietest and most sedate one among my group of friends (no, really, I am...just trust me on this one). This means it'd probably take them a collective 2 minutes to scare the hell outta him.....

Oh and as an usher for the wedding, my 3 inch heels nearly killed me after two hours of walking back and forth in the restaurant. I had the empathy of my cousin Syn (cool name huh?) though. She was wearing the same shoes. There was only one guy usher, and 6 girls as ushers in unreasonable, unpractical heels. Guess how many ushers were still fully functional after two hours.

Finally though, just one dinner for immediate family tomorrow, and it's all gonna be over~ I'm so happy
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Written by lainie at 01:42 AM on December 8, 2003.

I just need a few seconds to mentally curse and kick kick KICK whichever asshole decided to run the new Hotmail on javascript.

That's all. You may go back to your lives now.
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Written by lainie at 04:14 PM on December 8, 2003.

Jennifer's Guide to Confusing Your Daughter:

The Lunch Trick

1. Take daughter out for lunch
2. Tell her to pick a place, any place of her choice.
3. Proceed to nix all her choices, and direct her to Jusco, your favourite shopping mall.
4. Tell daughter to get whatever lunch she wants in Jusco instead.
5. Proceed to tell her she is a very unhealthy daughter, no matter what she orders.
6. Lunch is actually guilt-bait so that you have a slave to carry around all your grocery and shopping bags while you go on a little shopping spree.
7. Enjoy the sights as you walk around leisurely in the shopping mall.
8. Ignore strangely harassed-looking girl trailing after you everywhere carrying a lot of bags. Said creature is your daughter, who shall be recognisable again after a shower and one week of rest.

The Boutique Trick

1. Tell daughter who is driving to turn right so you can go shopping in a quaint little boutique.
2. When daughter turns right, ask her why she didn't turn left, since the boutique she's never been to before is on the left.
3. Tell daughter who by now hates shopping this will be a 2-minute thing.
4. Spend more than one hour there trying on everything.
5. Blame daughter when milk that has been sitting in the car (in a tropical country) goes bad.
6. Do a little evil snicker in the back of your head which you think your daughter can't sense.

The Finale

1. Tell daughter you are tired, and have her drop you off at the hairdresser's.
2. Have lovely hair wash and massage and send daughter home.
3. Hair wash and massage should take just enough time for daughter to get home, unpack all groceries, feed the dog, and drive out again to pick you up.
4. Make her pay for your hairwash and massage.
5. This ensures character building, and is an essential part of conditioning your daughter's psyche.
6. Pick up commission from the psychiatrists around town when daughter is sleeping for all the fine work you're doing in building the foundation of the future for all the head shrink's most profitable city in Malaysia.
7. Drop by hell's gate, the devil is your admiring fan, and has a sacrifice of innocent altar boys and a few lambs ready for you.
8. Come home, pretend to be housewife and mother.
9. Repeat process tomorrow.
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Written by lainie at 05:57 PM on December 8, 2003.

Am listening to the 'L' part of my MP3s...

Some songs I really like include

Lightning Seeds - You Showed Me
Letters to Cleo - Cruel to be Kind
Liam Lynch - My United States of Whatever
Lisa Loeb - Stay
Lauren Hill - Doo Wop (That Thing)
Lifehouse - Hanging By A Moment (possibly my most overplayed song in college)
Liz Phair - Love Hate
Lita Ford - Kiss Me Deadly (screaming female singers scare my father heh)
Lucy Woodward - Dumb Girl (Hey hey feck off, I like this song)
Living Color - Cult of Personality (best played loud, yes? I seem to be the only person who likes the guitar solo though?...why...?)
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Written by lainie at 01:34 AM on December 9, 2003.

OMG.

My horrid cousin Min is attending school in: Ave Maria Convent Primary School.

I asked her mom how she's surviving Ave Maria, and her mom retorted that the question should be 'How's Ave Maria surviving Min?'

You don't understand how true that question is. She is eight years of devilry. She makes the kid I was at eight look like an innocent little non-naughty lamb (and she is possibly the only kid who's ever done this).

Ave Maria is the primary school that kicked my eight year old ass out because I was too much to handle (how anal can that school get huh?).

How the hell are they gonna cope with Min? Hell even I can't cope with Min! I am scared of some people who can't even make her bat an eyelash or twitch her eye.

Oh, my stars, I hope she hasn't steamrolled over the poor lil other kids there. The vision itself is horrifying. My cousin, set loose among those little, little, young.....wait what am I saying?

My cousin put among group of kids. This is great! She can help rid the world of some waste of sperm, clean up the gene pool. Eliminate the weak. With her there, Ave Maria will be the all new Battle Royale!

Hoorah hoorah! Less kids in the world is a good thing.

Her brother, Pang Yau, was traumatised at the dinner tonight, cause he scratched Min across the face and was subjected to an aunt yelling at him that his hands were to be chopped off right now and stir-fried like pork. Yeah my lovely family.

I would have reprimanded him, except I've done worse to Gazel. Better shut up than point a finger at him and have 19 others incredulously pointed back at me.

My kindergarden teacher still recognises me so many years later as the cute / horror kid who said fuck, asked the most obnoxious questions, and scolded teachers I felt should know the answers but didn't. That was when I was four (did I start early or what?). I was such a self-righteous brat I'm surprised no one squashed me like a mosquito back then.

I remember when I was in Ave Maria, I had some name-tag problem (the chinese characters were done wrongly or something), went up to this teacher who was a complete stranger to me to tell her bout the problem, and she just looked at my name and said, 'Oh, *pronounces my Chinese name* it's YOU. It's okay, you probably won't last long in this school anyway' O_O What the...?

Okay, in case you missed it, this is my reaction: O_O

I wish I knew who she was so I can go back and yell: "WOMAN I WAS EIGHT!! WHAT WAS SHOVED UP YOUR ASS???"
Funny thing is if a friend of mine did that now she'd be my heroine.

In my later years in Main Convent (the school I transferred to), I'll find that teachers I don't know have heard of me before too, and so has a lot of the prefects. I wasn't even that misbehaved in school (MC, anyway). When Jasmine (who later became head prefect) met me, she just said "ahhhh....I've seen your name a lot in the demerits book'.

Oooops.

Well at least they just mainly raised their eyebrows, no one told me I was probably gonna get expelled soon. Hmph.

It figures anyway. Gazel is 4 years older than me and a Professional Teacher's Pet. Ave Maria teachers looooooooved her. That just makes me look bad. I'm not Ms. Prissy like her... -_-" Who the hell spends hours in Primary School studying? Oh yes, I mean hours. Red...R-e-d...Blue ...B-l-u-e. Purple....P-u-r-p-l-e....Repeat five thousand times??? What the heck?? What was she studying???

.....I've done a lotta crap to Gazel because we never, ever got along (still don't). She just has to breathe near me to send my irritation levels soaring. Hahahha...I not only bullied her I used to get her into trouble too...She was pretty naive and innocent for her age...Years of living with me didn't teach her a damn thing.

Now I'm wondering when Min will get kicked out of Ave Maria, because I'm such a positive person.

To be clear though, I'm glad I switched schools. I had superior math skills in MC (mandarin times tables....easiest things on earth to memorise..and malay school students are usually *sorry* just not as good at math...Added with my tuition I was 5 years ahead of them in math- probably where I got my slacking off habits from). And the best thing was going back when I was 10 and watching my ex-Ave Maria classmates memorising essays. Hell I can live with being stupid, it's alright (not that we MC girls turned out that badly )
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Written by lainie at 01:49 AM on December 9, 2003.

I LOVE this site I just found....It'll save me so much time thinking of insults~ [link]

Dear Gonorrhea Geyser,

By the time you read this, I'll be blowing your best friend. I'm sorry for doing this but, it fulfills my sadistic fantasies. I know this might comes as a bit of a brain aneurysm to you - especially because you're such a materialistic self-absorbed bitch. But I'm sorry – I just need hot sex with someone who isn't a human potato sack. I think you're a schmuck, but I don't think we're right for each other. First of all, we're not compatible. You're a Republican, and I'm vastly superior to you. You like declawed rodentia colonics, you eat with your feet, and enjoy quilting, and I don't like any of these things. Your favorite movie is Patch Adams, and your favorite band is N SYNCH. Do you even know what my favorite movie or band is? I once asked you what color my eyes are and you said "Shiny". Anyway, I want to date everyone at your firm. But you know what? I still want to be dead to you. We can totally forget the other is alive . We had some good times, or so you told me . But please, don't get all John Wayne Gacy like last time. That means no spiteful genital tattoos. And look - I won't even make an issue out of the $37,229 you owe me, or the fact that you auctioned our love child. So take care of yourself - and enjoy prison.

Stop Calling Me,

Lainie

P.S. I faked every orgasm!
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Written by lainie at 07:38 PM on December 9, 2003.

Ipoh's filled with idiots.

Most Malay male idiots will end up as traffic cops if they are not the useless sons of tax-money eaters.

But more on the traffic cops.

I had an argument with two on the way to pick Gazel up from work. There was another car of the same make and colour driving behind me that ran through the red lights. I didn't, I made it across in time.

The nincompoops kept insisting I was driving the second car. I told them off for being such idiots (in more polite terms, naturally) because no way, no how, could it have been me, and that they should check the photos the camera took then (there are traffic cams at the crossroads).

I should know I manage to move fast enough to avoid the red light, I was very obviously speeding my ass off just to do that.

Now, if he wasn't such an idiot, he would have figured that out. 1st car, speeding, 2nd car, ran red light. I'm not the 2nd car,.....I must be.... [fill in the blanks]...?

Idiot.

Oh and here's some linky love to the author of the book I'm reading....I've been a fan of his website for years [link]
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Written by lainie at 04:46 PM on December 10, 2003.

....Someone's commited a double sin on my computer

It's bad enough to delete one of my PJ Harvey mp3s, or a Nick Cave one....

Who the FUCK deleted my Nick Cave / PJ Harvey duet????

Yes. Someone in my family has thought it appropriate to delete my Henry Lee murder ballad song.

That someone will die painful, slow, death after 2 weeks of Chinese Water torture in my hands.

I'll bet twenty dollars that certain someone is either my techno-rave head father, or bubblegum-pop lover sister. The world could do without either of them.
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Written by lainie at 09:17 PM on December 10, 2003.

Right...I'm gonna be a good girl and try to stay away from the internet for ONE DAY to get some projects done.

We'll see how long I last, yes?

Pencils ready, get set, sketch!
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Written by lainie at 12:48 AM on December 11, 2003.

Mom: Turn off your music it's late at night

[Lainie turns to glare at the hypocrite who has the television blaring very loudly]

Lainie: Oh and I suppose your TV isn't very noisy?

Mom: You're on the computer all day, get off it!

Lainie: Fine then you turn off the TV you've been watching it the whole bloody day! Mine isn't half as loud as yours I can't hear my music properly!

[Mom glares at daughter, probably thinking of what to ask her buddy The Devil to do later as a favour to her]

[Lainie takes a bite out of dad's supper - comfort eating no doubt]

Mom: Get out and make your own sandwich!

Lainie: What the.....ANYTHING ELSE you'd like to complain about while you're at it?

Mom: Fine, get out of my room then!

Lainie: Oh I would LOVE to if YOU didn't put the COMPUTER in YOUR room along with the SATELLITE DECODER.

My goodness, it's like she thinks I'm in this room for the bloody pleasure of her company or something. I need to get out of here soon, we've been arguing all day, and I am going crazy.

At the rate I'm going, if I ever become a published writer.......I'm gonna wind up being one of those Chinese women who cannot stop talking about their mother, and how a burning incense stick smells.
Except my burning incense sticks will probably be a metaphor for the next place I decide to try my hands at cooking again.


Ps: *hangs down head in shame*...I cheated, I came online a few hours short of a day of abstinence...But, I did finish TWO (count em baby...oh wait, never mind not that impressive when you look at it that way)~
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Written by lainie at 04:44 PM on December 11, 2003.

See the title in the post below? The one that states I'm "Probably" gonna be grounded soon?

Yeah, I'm grounded. I'm twenty, and grounded. The thing is it would have been more effective if she'd booted my sorry ass outta the house.

Now, I'm just *forced* to spend time at home, watching Tv, surfing the internet and reading comics. Oh, the trauma. I can barely take it. U-huh.

Ooooh anyways, any chance you people could send me some love here: [link]
I've been nominated into the Best Newcomer in 2003 in the Asia Weblog Awards~ Yeayyyy :D (I'm not in the Malaysian Blogger nominations, but newcomer under the title of Lainie: Always in Trouble. Somehow.) <--So you know where my blog title is

Since I've never actually been voted for in any of these Blog Awards thingies, and I'm not sure how the self-love self-pimpin style goes..I'll do it the traditional way.

Puh-LEASE vote for me, and I will not only be eternally grateful, I'll stop talking about my relationship with my mother for the next few days (we could all use a break). After all, I still have stories of a kooky father I can rely on, and my favourite vandal partner is coming to town soon

Those who don't will be subject to endless tirades about how I'm the only person in the world with a crazy mother, and I'll post endless pictures of delicious poutine you can't have for additional torture.
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Written by lainie at 04:56 PM on December 11, 2003.

I'm listed as Lainie : Always in Trouble. Somehow.
Much thanks if you'll vote for lil ol' trouble-maker, moi

Written by lainie at 10:37 PM on December 11, 2003.

Because I can't find a source online to download the movie Suicide Club / Suicide Circle, I have decided to download

1. Bawdy jokes (think Chris Rock)
2. Southpark Songs (I can't imagine why I didn't do this earlier)
3. Books of Magic comics
4. Video of cats who behave like they're on crack.
5. All the corny, assy songs that are fun at parties
6. Video of Elmo and Tigger making out...Now to find me some kiddies to corrupt :D

The internet. It's so much fun, isn't it?
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Written by lainie at 11:18 PM on December 11, 2003.

I was just thinking, everyone has those songs to listen to depending on their moods right? I did this lil (bear with me, I'm naturally a very ....wordy.....person) list on my mood songs...
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Would be cool to see other people's mood songs though, so if you'd like, feel free to add to / change the moods

Mood Songs
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Angry: Insane Clown Posse - Fuck The World
Bitchy: Meredith Brooks - Bitch (who saw this coming?)
Bored: Blind Melon - No Rain
Broke: Meja - It's All About the Money
Cool: Digable Planet - Cool Like Dat
Corny, but sweet: 1000 Clowns - Not The Greatest Rapper
Corny: Tv Theme for Happy Days
Confused: Jewel - Foolish Games
Depressed: Cat Power - Colors and The Kids
Daydreaming: Jewel - You Were Meant For Me
Fun: Save Ferris - Come on Eileen (so I prefer the ska version. Sue me )
Guitar cravings: Muse - Plug in Baby
High: Delinquent Habits - Return of The Tres
Inspired: Men At Work - I've Got To Keep On Moving
Jazzy: Billie Holiday - These Foolish Things
Memory: TLC - Waterfalls / Vitamin C - Graduation song (both are evil)
Rock Out: Guns n Roses - Sweet Child of Mine
Romantic: Roddy Hart - Lady
Sleepy: Melissa Etheridge - You Can Sleep While I Drive
Unromantic: Two Dollar Guitar - Guilt
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Written by lainie at 12:20 PM on December 12, 2003.

I don't get it. I really don't.

Among all my friends who drive in Ipoh, why oh why, am I the only one who gets into so much more trouble? Yeah yeah I know, hot temper, piss people off a lot, plain unlucky, drive a lot more. But still.

I was driving my small, teensy-weensy little car, practically the size that clowns use in circuses, minding my own business, cruising along a round-about and singing along (badly) to Maroon 5's Harder To Breathe.

Then I look up and I see the obnoxious, grinning face of a bus driver as he condescendingly forces my car off the road. Never mind the few brain cells I fried, the capillaries I burst at that precise moment. Before my low blood pressure could gush up dangerously higher, I read the name of the company emblazoned across the bus as it went by, probably driven by a very smug driver.

In all my 4 years of driving, I am the only one who has ever had so many problems with buses. Not only that, they always turn out to be buses from my granduncle's bus company. ARGHGHGHGHHG!!!

What am I supposed to do? Go crazy, call up my granduncle, yell down the phone that his drivers are going to be responsible for my stress-related death then hang up before he says anything? (umm, no, I'm stupid, not suicidal).

Oh and last night my friend Sanjes messaged me to tell me she fractured her jaw playing basketball. I didn't even know she plays basketball. From what I gather at Fip's site, there were some rough players on the other team (fractured jaw?? I don't have that much love for anything).

So poor Baby Sanjes (she's about at bad as me at driving *hehehhe* Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are *grin*) can't have any food but soup, and she can't talk either. Gives her plenty of time to sit around and mull over different sadistic revenge plots, if you ask me.

Hell if some bitch fractured my jawline it'd be advisable for her to get complete insurance for herself, her house, her car, her family, her computer and everything else because I'll be like the Super-Vindictive Bitch Hell-Raiser who'd tear out her intestines, wrap it around her eyes, and make her eat her toes if I was in Sanjes' place (good thing I'm not then, huh? Sorry, excessive anger from bus incident).

Me? Giving Sanjes ideas? Noooooo *pssst Fip, make sure you tell Sanjes precisely what I'd never tell her to do* Neverrrrrrrr

Anyway, I'm sure Sanjes can do just fine on her own, watch me quote her Sms here:

Anyway, those bitches' heads are on bounty

Yeahhhh!! I'll sit on the bleachers, wave my little flags and cheer you on
I'm all for violence when I'm not in immediate danger.

Here's my parting shot to you Sanj, a song by Helen Reddy, Angie Baby (which probably has nothing to do with you short of me liking it, but I'm so nice that way)

When he walks in the room, he feels confused
like he's walked into a play.
And the music's so loud it spins him around
'til his soul has lost it's way.
And as she turns the volume down
he's getting smaller with the sound.
It seems to pull him off the ground.
Toward the radio he's bound never to be found.
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Written by lainie at 10:27 PM on December 12, 2003.

Gwen and I are driving around town.

We pass by a hospital.

Lainie: *points* Ooooh I was born at this hospital!
Gwen: Oh I was born at Fatimah Hospital
Lainie: Oh...Lotta people are like me, born in Ipoh Specialist Centre (ISC)....
Gwen: What? That isn't Ipoh Specialist Centre! That's Ipoh Hospital!
Lainie: Huh??

[turns out I've been telling people I'm born at the wrong hospital for ages - Ah well, I've no sense of direction. Happens].

Gwen: ISC is on Tambun Road.....This is very far away from that area...
Lainie: Ohhh yeah now I remember, my granduncle used to stay on that road!!
Gwen: Really? Is it the green house?

[Insert here Lainie who has no memory of what colour her own house is, much less someone else's]

Lainie: Umm...I don't know...they don't live there anymore anyway, sold it to ISC to be converted into a parking lot
Gwen: Well, is your granduncle rich?

[Insert here Lainie who has no access to his bank account, and therefore no idea (yes, again) either]

Lainie: I don't know.....
Gwen: Does he have plantations?
Lainie: Huh...? Someone in the family has durian plantations...I'm not sure who

[Obviously Lainie has no idea (yet again. lovely) what the hell her family is involved in business wise]

Gwen: Right then....I think he's your granduncle...Lim or something
Lainie: You mean KK Lim? (Bugger, uncle KK is involved in a lotta things but I have no idea (spot a pattern?) what). I don't know...He lives near Tiger Lane, not Tambun Road.
Gwen: Does he have a green house on Tambun Road?

[Remember, Lainie has no sense of direction. At all. And Lainie isn't too sure who they're talking about anymore]

Lainie: Ummm....I guess? I don't know....He might...
Gwen: I think he has a company that does something to do with plantations
Lainie: Err...I guess? I don't think so though
Gwen: My mom works for his company.
Lainie: Oh? What's the name of the company
Gwen: Taiko.
Lainie: ....Geez...that sounds so familiar? I don't know

[Lainie is now wondering why the hell Taiko sounds so damned familiar.]
[Lainie is also thinking Taiko Durian Plantation (???) Company does not even sound vaguely plausible]

We go and pick her mom up from work.

Gwen: Who's your boss?
Gwen's Mom: Lee Oi Hian.

ARGHGHGHGHGHG!!! The Lee brothers have nothing to do with my family. I have been racking my brain, and exhibiting my ass-non-existent knowledge of my family for NADA. Taiko is some rubber palm oil thingie thingie place!!

Okay, I don't know if you're reading this entry- but to a certain girl out there who certainly has damned lot more to do with Lee Oi Hian than I do: *Cyber death-glare*

I don't care. *points finger* Guilty by association. This is your fault too, somehow!

......Unreasonable accusations. I'm slowly mutating into a younger version of my mother.....Oh, my stars.

The bad thing about being a Chinese in Ipoh is that people just assume you know all the other Chinese people. Dammit I (probably) have less than ten Chinese friends I can name at the drop of a hat (Gwen, Pei Yuen..... erm....Mun Yan.....umm..... ...Uh... make that less than 5), I don't know anyone. I can't even recognise half the girls from my school.

To top it off, I come from a family that doesn't seem familiar with the concept of birth control (Go ahead and ask my dad how many siblings he has, I'll bet RM500 he has no idea). I think having 'no idea' what's happening is a genetic problem.

So to top off the general small town mentality of "everyone knows everyone" there's the "but you're related to everyone" thing.
If there's any girl in Ipoh with a high chance of accidentally commiting incest, I'm her, alright? I don't know who I'm related to.

Oh, and I'm pretty sure I'm very anti-social, but I have trouble getting people to agree with me (only Rish does).
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Written by lainie at 11:51 AM on December 13, 2003.

Right my sister has the flu, so last night we slept in a veeery warm room (which is annoying because she has her own room but is sleeping in mine).

This morning I woke up to a very cold room cause somewhere in the night I'd kicked off my quilt, and my dear sister had flung open the windows to let the morning cold (it was raining too) in.

Which was not good. I can deal with shivers. What I can't deal with is extreme cold after drinking lots of coffee the night before. You know why?

I'm rheumatic.

Yeap. Young, and rheumatic. Gazel knows this. It's almost like she did it on purpose as revenge for stuff some I did, like I don't know, having the nerve to sleep in the same room as her even though it's mine.

It's just goes to show that my internet addiction level's very high isn't it? I can hardly bend my fingers yet here I am Years of Mirc practice sometimes does come in handy~

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to figure out a way to get 3 friends together even though I have no transport (cause Gazel strikes again! She took the car out -to be fair, it is her car ), I can't sms, and oh yes, I haven't planned anything for our lunch outing...And it's ten minutes away from our meeting right now.

I am gonna be so late.

I am such an addict, aren't I?
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Written by lainie at 01:41 PM on December 13, 2003.

Who loves Googlism? Come to mommy!!


Here are a few of the things Googlism came up with about me:

Lainie is particularly perfect as the mom who cares so much about her children she smothers them.

Lainie is the rottweiler skinner gave to jd for christmas.

Lainie is an enthusiastic supporter of the american hunter jumper foundation.

Lainie is a wonderful person and I'm a great house guest

Lainie is nominated for ?homecoming queen? and uses all her feminine wiles to win

Lainie is considerably more interesting with her tattoo.

Lainie is a 6 month old kitten who has been in a foster home since aug 19th.


and for my 2 favourites:
Lainie is currently appearing in "the vagina monologues"

That's priceless, it really is, seeing as to how Vagina Monologues are banned in Malaysia because it has a body part in the title.

and:

Lainie is being blackmailed for something in her past.

Which I suspect won't take long to happen at the rate I'm going.

So really, give Googlism a shot and see what it says about you
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Written by lainie at 02:43 PM on December 13, 2003.

"Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves puttering maybe 25mph down a quiet residential street…and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing."

What more do you want me to say?

Check it out: [link]
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Written by lainie at 08:57 PM on December 13, 2003.

I got this from Medea. We're probably equally bored

Instructions:
1. Copy this whole list into your journal.
2. Bold the things that you have in common with me.
3. Whatever you don't bold, replace with things about you.

01. I don't know anyone with my first name.
02. I had a lot of embarrassing nicknames.
03. I attract trouble like a magnet.
04. I can climb walls taller than me in a long, tight skirt and not flash anyone my underwear :D
06. I tend to win catfights. I also tend to start them
07. I hate when people try to be something they're not.
08. I know a lotta people who TypE LyKe D1s.
09. I hate creepy crawling things with a burning passion.
10. I think I confuse my friends too much.
11. I've been kicked on the ass before (literally).
12. I'm so forgetful.
13. I check my email obsessively.
14. I add entries on MY TABULAS OBSESSIVELY!.
15. My parents think I'm a worthless piece of ____.
16. I'm overly addicted to the Internet.
17. I like Math
18. I have a lot to learn.
19. I'm the most anti-social among my group of friends.
20. I wish I had a goal.
21. I have coloured hair.
22. I prefer to use English over American spelling.
23. I fought with my sister loads as a kid. I still do.
24. I'm very, very close to some of my cousins.
25. I hate it when people pick their noses in public and flicks boogers too...eeew...
26. Children bully me.
27. I love hearing new kinds of (good) music.
28. Committed and Relationship are two words that should never be said in the same breath.
29. I used to be a major chat addict.
30. I'm lazy / laid-back, depending on your point of view.
31. I'm careless.
32. I suck at managing money.
33. I can't pretend to like people I really don't like.
34. I love the movie theatre.
35. I'm not openly affectionate with all my friends.
36. Kitchen + Me + Fire = Disaster (and air pollution).
37. I have never been to Hawaii.
38. I really shouldn't be allowed to drive.
39. I am not bulimic.
40. Cheesy snacks make me sick after a while.
41. I have very crazy dreams.
42. Coffee is a beautiful discovery.
43. My father gets worried bout what I want when I'm nice to him.
44. I have stalkers.
45. I love food.
46. My temper is hot, and short
47. I technically own an MP3 player.
48. I'm usually sarcastic to my friends, and they're (at least I hope they are) used to it.
49. I love to play card games.
50. I was very addicted to Final Fantasy and Mana games.
51. If I ever see Neil Gaiman, I'd kiss him.
52. I love going barefoot at home.
53. I love to find money.
54. I love when money falls out of my parent's hands into mine...hehe
55. I WISH I COULD SING BETTER.
56. None of my close friends like the type of music I do.
57. I breathed in a lot of 2nd hand smoke in college, and I don't mean the cigarette variety.
58. I can't do much in my hometown cause a lot of people know my parents.
59. I used to live in water...almost...when i was a kid.
60. I miss my grandfather. Death separates people like distance and quarrels never can.
61. I like to draw.
62. I can read tarot card spreads
63. I overreact about things sometimes. (actually, all the time)
64. I'm usually at one extreme side of a matter, seldom in between.
65. I get along with 'difficult' people, I don't know why.
66. I own pets.
67. Longest phone conversation lasted almost 11 hours (or more, my brain was totally fried after a few hours).
68. I wish I knew how to do those cool graffiti like in hip hop music videos
69. I think GW bush is a douchebag. and so much more
70. I hate where I study.
71. I read science journals.
72. I don't like fruits.
73. I need sleeping pills, I'm getting insomniac.
74. I get a rush from talking to VERY CUTE strangers.
75. I stalk cute strangers :D
76. I love my music collection
77. I never know what the date is.
78. I'm rheumatic.
79. I like the idea of having minions...hehe
80. I have a really messy room.
81. I'm scared of the dark sometimes even though I don't really like admitting it.
82. I used to like The Backstreet Boys a lot. In grade school. Damn!
83. I've flashed people near Tiger Lane (hahahha...anyone who knows my family shhhhh, esp if you're reading this Gazel)
84. My nails have never broken, and I always keep them long.
85. I can be really immature sometimes.
86. I'm tri-lingual.
87. Stupid people annoy me. Actually, I terrify them.
88. I cannot sing well. At all.
89. I usually sleep when the sun rises.
90. I'm too stubborn.
91. I come from a big family.
92. I LOVE SLEEPING.
93. I'm 100% cheap drunk
94. I have dimples.
95. I own a cell phone. (thank goodness)
96. I like saying what I want to say without worrying about being criticized for it.
97. I like Xmas carols. The corny type.
98. I love love love love love surprises.
99. I am extremely bored.
100. I think this thing took too long.
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Written by lainie at 10:44 PM on December 13, 2003.

Jei has been nominated into the Asia Weblog Awards too, but under a different category *whew*

She's listed in the Best Designed Blog category, as INFINITI
Vote for her here!.

Written by lainie at 10:55 PM on December 13, 2003.

Ooooh check out this news bit:
US Spam King Arrested

You know how much sympathy I feel? None.

Written by lainie at 12:18 AM on December 14, 2003.

Flexible Fun Plan, applicable in offices, schools, colleges, universities and basically any buildings with rooms full of people.

This is what my friend and I used to do in school, just for fun (and because we were skipping classes)

We'll be outside the classroom next door, and:

1. Run slooo-ooo-ow motion across the doorway
2. Pretend huge wind is blowing you back
3. FIIIIGHT against the wind!! (slow motion)- Keep running!!
4. Curse and do silent screams in slow motion.
5. Big hand movements, Bug-eyed expressions of horror
6. Claw at the air
7. Don't look at your friends, you'll start giggling and the whole thing will blow over.
8. Usually results in lesson being disrupted as the teacher of the class stares, mouth open, at the two idiots performing.
9. Makes teachers feel good about the fine job they're doing in educating their students.

This is best done when the whole classroom is bored into a stupor by their Math / Physics teacher (....sorry Mr Chen...), everyone could do with some entertainment then.

A light wind gently flapping your hair so you look like even more of a mad woman is also a nice, added effect.

We thought it was funny. If you should do the same, and your cool quotient drops 99%, while your geek factor rises 200%, remember:

Umm....Don't sue Lainie, she's broke.
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Written by lainie at 08:20 PM on December 14, 2003.

We're a family that can't even eat dinner in peace like all the other nice, normal, quiet families in the restaurant.

We start off well, we order some food, drink our tea, eat the peanuts.
Cue: The entrance of the Wong / Ho family.

Mom say hi, how do you do, bla bla bla.
Gazel and Lainie smile, greet the elders, wave at the youngers and go back to drinking tea like stoners.

Cue: Wong / Ho family go to their own table.

And so it begins.....:

Mom: Kim why didn't you say hi to your ex-room mate? Go say hi to her
Lainie: She isn't Su Rein, she's Su Ann, her younger sister. Look alike, don't they?

[pause]

Mom: Go say hi to your ex- room mate. Don't be rude.
Lainie: She is not Su Rein.

[pause]

Mom: Well? Go say hi to Su Rein.
Lainie: .......
Mom: I'm warning you, I won't tolerate bad manners.
Lainie: She's. Not. Su. Rein. She's. Su. ANN.

[tense moment]

Mom: You get up right now and go say hi to your room mate, I don't care what happened between the both of you before this.
Lainie: *mumbles "old woman is going deaf"*

[Another tense moment. Mother stares as intensely at me as I wish she listened to me talking.]

Mom: You. Don't. Be. Rude.
Lainie: *waves pointed finger erratically* WHAT? THAT YOU HEARD??? THAT GIRL THERE IS NOTTTT SU REIN!! SU ANN SU ANN SU ANN!!!

It's a frickin' miracle the whole Wong / Ho table did not stop eating to stare at us. I think we're developing a reputation. Deaf mother, mad daughter.

You guys think I make this kind of stuff up don't you? Sigh....
On the plus side, Uncle Greg (Wong) paid for our dinner.
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Written by lainie at 09:49 PM on December 14, 2003.

Got some joke quotes off the net:

I never said, "Thou shalt not think."
—God

I don't care who started it. Just stop it.
—God

You'd better have stopped fighting by the time I get back, or you're all grounded.
—God

If I wanted you to have seven kids, I would have given you a bigger planet.
—God

E=mc². Yeah, that's one of mine.
—God

I gave you a bigger brain for a reason. Start using it.
—God

Stop smirking, America. I'm talking to you, too.
—God

I was just thinking: If God talked like that, I'd be very religious.

Written by lainie at 12:28 AM on December 15, 2003.

Some links from Fark.com

Dad smokes pot with his young kids
http://www.denverpost.com/Stories/0,1413,36~53~1828117,00.html


What I want for Xmas:
"These dolls can smoke, juggle, play the mandolin and perform magic tricks. And, being of 19th-century French vintage, they often do it all with a well-groomed dog in tow"

http://www.sunspot.net/news/local/bal-md.ar.dolls13dec13,0,2982505.story?coll=bal-local-headlines

Written by lainie at 10:52 AM on December 15, 2003.

I completely forgot till...well, now that I'm leaving with a friend for KL (Kuala Kumpur, another state) in half an hour O_O

I am gonna be late, ooooooh.....must not make this a habit, but it's never a good idea to have an appointment with me before lunch time

Am going to KLIA (KL International Airport) with Josie and Logan to pick up Rach, a good friend of mine. Her photos are the ones on display in my (tabulas) gallery. I just wanna hear her voice again, cause the last time she studied in Ireland she came back sounding Paddy.

I want to know what London's done to her speech

So toodles people, although I think I'll still manage to scrounge up some internet time there

Be back in a day! (Almost sounded like I'd be gone a damned long time huh?)

*looks at clock: Yeap. Gonna be late.*

Written by lainie at 12:49 PM on December 16, 2003.

Mmm-hmm, did I please my parents early this morning. Were they ever so proud of me. Around 4 am, I dragged my tired, smokey-smelling self back home after a very long trip back from KL.

My mother is very likely at this moment telling her friends in the club that I'm going to be selling drugs on the street soon as a result of causing the Vietnam War, because everything is my fault.

In the airport, I wore a Burger King paper crown and happily skipped after Josie who took to hissing at me "Get away" and "I don't know you" and "Okay I really don't know you" and "Aiyohhhh".

Then Rach finally arrived, and we made her wear the same crown everywhere. She looks less weird than I did, probably cause only one of us actually looks like a kid from a distance (I hope you appreciate my explaining that to you, seeing as to how she'll probably thwack me when she eventually visits my journal).

Dinner was delicious, and better still, cheap. We went to a restaurant my aunt likes to take me to called Coconut Flower restaurant located in Teluk Gong. Coconut Flower is well known for its cheap, fresh, and nicely cooked seafood, the salt-bake chicken (which we had!) and it's todhi (an alcoholic drink made from coconuts).

By the time everything was done, we drove back (by "we" I mean Rach and Logan, since I didn't drive) sleepy from all the food we stuffed into ourselves and the total lack of sleep.

Actually, driving late at night on the highway's pretty creepy. There are tons of huge trucks and lorries parked by the side of the road cause the drivers are sleeping, and even more trucks actually moving on the highway when they shouldn't be.

We listened to a lot of bad music on the way home. Because I sat at the back, all I heard was music I didn't like and zero of whatever Rach and Logan were talking about.

What did we listen to? Some old songs by Malaysian artistes (really, we have quite a lot of good ones right now, but oh a lot of the songs on that particular tape can kiss my ass), and some old Beatles songs.

I like the Beatles, really I do. I just happen to like the more radio-friendly, earlier side of them. Frankly, even though the turn in their music was partially influenced by the "Dylan writes introspectively" and the "it's the 60's! Let's fry our brains!" period (you'd think these two factors could make anything appealing to me), I can't bring myself to do much more than tolerate that phase of their music and tap my foot along to it).

Oh and Sgt Pepper's was not pop's greatest triumph to me (could you not tell?)
*ducks flying shoes, dodges kitchen sink, jumps away from flying knife*

Well now I'm off to prepare myself for yet another outing. Rach's already raring to go (she's the Original Energizer Bunny) while my eyes still feel like searing golf balls. It's gonna be like this a lot while she's back.


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Written by lainie at 09:33 PM on December 16, 2003.

I'm half-heartedly playing this came called: Barkeeper. I'm distracted. You know why?
*Let's all pretend I wasn't actually going to tell the world*

I'm going with Rach on a day trip to KL yet again tomorrow. My mom's pissed off cause it looks like I'm gallivanting around, I guess (like, yo, I'm on holiday). She just told me I raise her blood pressure (which is low anyway, so you'd think she'd appreciate it but noooooo).

If a day trip to KL, a state right next to Perak (the state Ipoh-a city- is in), is going to piss her off....Well...Rach wants to plan a sneak getaway to Thailand. If it happens I'd better jolly well NOT get caught.

Why shouldn't I get caught?

sneak trip to Thailand = death for Lainie


Because I'm gonna touch up my tattoo soon, it's going to be in veeery bright colours and therefore easy to spot. If spotted by mom, Lainie is dead (anyone wants to tag along, see Lainie in pain?).

Tattoo + Thailand = Lainie is tortured, dies slowly and in lots of pain X_X nooooooooooooo

My university counsellor wants to see me (-_-") eep....I'm a bad student- of course I know that, so right now I'm letting my imagination run wild. Imagination is actually scaring me I wonder why.......Hmmm *crosses fingers*

Tattoo + Expelled (again) + Thailand = Lainie's arms, tongue, legs are chopped off, eyes blinded, sent back to Thailand to beg for living.

I forgot where I put my rental money. For two months.

Tattoo + Expelled (again) + Thailand + RM 1240 (and I'm Chinese but still careless with money, it's like a deadly sin) = I don't even want to know.

With me playing with fire, and in so many fun, potentially disastrous ways that might end up with my mother boiling me as soup, Thailand is going to be a very small little speck in my long list of.....everything.

To make up for it though, Rach and I are gathering up some books, toys and what not to donate to charity. We don't really know which ones to go to, so my mom has suggested that we wait till her friend (ie: your mom, Nat) comes back since she might know better.
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Written by lainie at 04:36 PM on December 18, 2003.

I'm finally home!

I had to sorta show my mom my face in a very "I'm not lying, I'm really in Ipoh" sort of thing (because yes, I have skipped town before while pretending to be at a friend's place, and yes, I have been caught doing that many times).

I'm not sure if I should even be going out tonight...My mother couldn't call me yesterday cause my phone battery flatlined on me by the afternoon (poor, abused, overworked baby....) and she didn't get the sms I sent her, assuring her I was not dead, runaway, or in a car accident. Probably thinks I was up to something since the only time my phone can't be reached is when I'm *really* up to something, or the phone's been stolen again. So now she's grumpy, and I'm feeling tip-toe careful around her.

I've yet to spend time with Rano, according to her she's been back for three days (0_o) which I'll have to take her word for because the past few days with Rach and Logan are a complete mish-mash blur right now....

I went to Sungai Wang (seedy mall, tons of clothes and cellphone shops) and Midvalley Megamall (look at 2nd part of mall's name. Take a guess at its size). I've been meeting lots of people yesterday.

I caught up with Yvonne Ding in Sungai Wang, she's a year my junior, but we used to be in Choral speaking together, and her sister Deborah was my classmate. She looks different. Small world, Yvonee was looking for lyrics and stumbled upon my website (Bebel Gilberto's Summer Samba).

Also met Thevi, Josie's friend in Megamall. Also met Logan's uncle, Mark (who's only a year older than me, and younger than Logan -poor guy) and his girlfriend Juliet. Very Shakespeare-y names, no?

For dinner, met up with Syat and her fiance Doug (I'm at the age where people I know are getting married) in my favourite restaurant in Subang (where the college I studied in is) called Cascabel...Doug and Syat make a really cute couple! Also saw Syat's younger sister for the first time, cute lil girl, looks like a mini-me version of Syat *hehe*

Cascabel has a photo of me, Rish and Rach there....That's how much we used to go Lovely food, the most wonderfully delicious fruit smoothies and milkshakes, and the guy who owns it, Adnan, is really friendly and likes to share his shisha (bong, uses fruit-flavoured tobacco). We always tell him his 3 daughters are going to grow up absolutely gorgeous (true, he'll need an AK-47 when they hit puberty to fend off the boys).

Ooooh Adnan speaks French, Thai, Cantonese/ Hokkien, English, Malay and who knows what else (I think I did forget some). Very multi-lingual guy. Dangerous to take advantage of language barriers around him

It's Rachel's dad's birthday today, and Logan's last night in Ipoh (he's from Penang / Sungai Petani) so might be hopping over later to her place. Then again, I told Rano I'd be meeting her later X_X
I also told Kesh I'd be meeting up with her O_x I have a nervous twitch in my eye now

This is a condition known as SLC: Social Life Confusion....it usually happens when patient does not use a daily planner.

So here's my temporary to-do list (since I'm on my journal a lot more than I'd ever look at my planner)

1. Rach
2: Logan
3: Rano
4: Uncle Jena's birthday.
5: Have not finished (or for that matter, started) Xmas shopping
6. Kesha
7. Take long, pampering shower...mmm lovely..
8. Lunch. It's 4:30pm
9. Look up website stuff for Logan's future online business

My body clock is traumatised from all early morning sleeping times (which is normal) and the early morning wake-up calls (cause Rach's back)....and oh dammit I haven't charged my cellphone yet (so annoying of me)...No wonder no one's been replying my smses...the battery's flatlined on me again! Dammit...
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Written by lainie at 08:34 PM on December 18, 2003.

I watched a Chinese movie, Infernal Affairs 3 a few days ago. Yeahhhh it rocked! I like most of Tony Leung's movies, so that helps.

The first of the trilogy still remains my favourite, but I liked the 3rd too, although I did find it a bit overdramatised in some scenes. Then again the 2nd one had cute actors (look, I've never claimed to be a deep pool of reflective thought and philosophy okay? Cute guy = Lainie will watch, and probably like, the movie).

Next to La Brassiere (erm, which stars Louis Koo, an actor I've thought was fabulous since my pre-hormones days), Infernal Affairs is a definite top of my mainstream Chinese movies list.

Generally I don't watch Chinese movies cause all the slapstick, bad jokes, ugly hair and weird names (Onion, Fat Cat, Dog, etc) with no plotlines kill me. Don't even get me started on the wire-fu, that's why I avoid kung-fu movies. I hate seeing extras in the backgroud jumping around - they don't even look half convincing as attackers.

Of course there are those really good Chinese movies (although Hero had my favourite actors and actresses, I didn't like it) such as err.......errrr.... I'm sure there are, I can't remember them that's all.

I have a "Warriors of Heaven and Earth" vcd that I think I should watch.....I haven't even watched Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon yet (but I have watched tons of spoof videos of and read satires based on it, so I can guess as much what it was about *hehe*)....

Yeah, I'm not very Chinese orientated when it comes to movies...
Shame on me, yeah yeah whatever

Anyone knows any Chinese movies I should watch?
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Written by lainie at 11:38 PM on December 18, 2003.

1. FAVORITE BREAKFAST IS: If I'm awake in the morn, it'd better be strong coffee. Black. No sugar.

2. THE MOVIE I'VE WATCHED MOST NUMBER OF TIMES IS: Pulp Fiction, no doubt. Or the original Star Wars trilogy.

3. LEAST FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL: Kemahiran Hidup (living skills)....or History (who wants to read about dead people?).

4. I SPEND MY LEISURE TIME BY: exhibiting my addiction to tabulas...

5. WORST SMELL?: Fucking worst smell ever was when I went to some Ayamas factory (chikin processing factory) and entered the room they kill the chickens. Fuck. Suffocating chicken death smell....It was years ago and I can still remember it!

6. IF I CAN HAVE ANY CAR IN THE WORLD, WHAT WOULD IT BE? ...Erm...Saw some souped up white car on the highway yesterday I wouldn't mind that *mumble i don't know cars well mumble*.

7. FAVORITE HOUSEHOLD CHORE? ....playing with my dog?...I don't have chores...

8. WHEN I WAS A KID I DREAMED OF BECOMING: happy maybe as an author or comic artist.

9. FAVORITE PERFORMER(S)? Ryan adams. Cat Power. Jesse Malin. Lisa Loeb. Joni Mitchell. PJ Harvey. er....is this enough?

10. WHEN I DIE, I'D RATHER BE CREMATED OR BURIED? Cremated, without question.

11. IF I CAN GO BACK TO COLLEGE, I'D TAKE UP? Accounts or science, because that's all my dad will allow. God forbid his child becomes a hobo artist *rolls eyes*

12. THREE THINGS I CAN'T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT? cellphone, money....er...Driving license?

13. FIRST THING I WILL BUY WITH MY FIRST SALARY. A gift for someone I know?

14. I'D LIKE TO BE REMEMBERED AS: Lainie, just Lainie

15. IF A BOOK WAS MADE INTO A MOVIE, WOULD YOU STILL BOTHER TO READ THE BOOK? I've usually read the book first. I like reading

16. SPECIALTY IN COOKING? Boiling water. Making toast. Spreading butter on toast. Putting cereal in milk.

17. FIRST CRUSH? hmmm *thinks* hmm....probably some actor..

18. FAVORITE HANG-OUT(s)? Cafes...Malls...I live in Malaysia, there's not much to do.

19. BEST PLACE TO SHOP? Suria KLCC (Kuala Lumpur City Centre)

20. DO YOU LIKE TO WATCH PLAYS? Yeap...Started to go when Rach started acting in em...

21. FAVORITE PLACE IN YOUR HOUSE? bedroom.

22. BEST GIFT YOU'VE GIVEN? Err...I like em all (gimme a break, the present givers read my journal and...and.... and Christmas is coming!!)

23. WEIRDEST GIFT YOU RECEIVED? Glow in the dark ants...from Rachel. More funny than weird cause she knew it'd piss off my cousin.

24. GIFTS THAT YOU WANT TO RECEIVE AS OF THE MOMENT: Digital camera....Toys for my dog...


What was your most memorable moment from the last week?
I did too much shite to my brain to remember that far back.

What one person touched your life this week?
...I really don't inspire that easy.

How have you helped someone this week?
I didn't. *thinks again*. Yeah, I didn't.

What's one thing do you need to get done by this time next week?
Christmas shopping.

What one thing will you do over the next seven days to make your world a better place?
Become nun, move to some obscure corner of the world? hahaha....Charity?

If you had the chance to meet someone you've never met, from the past or present, who would it be?
Mom's parents?

If you had to live in a different century, past or future, which would it be?
I like this one just fine. The past had no Internet, the future Earth might be dead. I like this one just fine.

If you had to move anywhere else on Earth, where would it be?
Singapore. Australia.

If you had to be a fictional character, who would it be?
Tim Hunter PeeJee from Somethingpositive.net

If you had to live with having someone else's face as your own for the rest of your life, whose would it be?
What? errrrr........ errrrrr........Someone help me out here, I can't think of one!

Do you like talking on the phone? Why or why not?
Definitely....9 hours ++ at a go

Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?
Logan / Rano, I can't remember.

About how many telephones do you have at home?
8.

Have you encountered anyone who has really bad phone manners? What happened?
Yes. Nothing, he hung up on me. Wrong number...Oh and some guy who called up my house phone and whispered "I wanna fuck you" several times...When I finally figured out what he was saying I laughed so much, I almost didn't succeed in yelling for my mom to pick up the phone and listen to him hhahahha....what a saddo.

Would you rather pick up the phone and call someone or write them an e-mail or a letter? Why or why not?
Email...Damn, such a net nerd

What was the last song you heard?
Southpark's Kenny's Mom....I can't hear anything except Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch

What were the last two movies you saw?
Infernal Affairs 3, Down with Love.

What were the last three things you purchased?
Nail polish. Shampoo. Art eraser.

What four things do you need to do this weekend?
Xmas shopping, sneak road trip to Penang (maybe), call some people, email some people, check up some PHP stuff

Who are the last five people you talked to?
Rano Logan Rach Gazel Natalie.

What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)?
Novels and poetry...and science journals, I suppose...Economist when I'm in KL.

What is your favorite novel?
Beep: *Evil question alert* ....

Do you have a favorite poem?
Rano knows this Remember Me by Christina Rossetti

What is one thing you've always wanted to read, or wish you had more time to read?
Homer's works....

What are you currently reading?
Christian Jacq's The Tutankhamun Affair
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Written by lainie at 12:47 AM on December 19, 2003.

It's for a good cause, so click away

It's linked to a poll for the legal status of same sex marriages (for America, granted, but a step forward anywhere is a step forward nonetheless).

I'm supplying a link to her LJ account instead of the poll since there's a postcode there to be used for the non-Americans who like to play pretend sometimes.
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Written by lainie at 01:14 PM on December 19, 2003.

I drove my mom to the mall this morning to do some grocery shopping

Mom: Why didn't you reload my phone (credit) last night?
Lainie: I forgot, what's wrong with doing it now?
Mom: *raises voice* I've lost the pre-paid credit before this! I need to reload every so often or it gets forfeited!
Lainie: *raises voice too* What? You didn't tell me that!

[It'll be full blown argument from here, thank you very much]

Mom: You always complain I tell you too many details!
Lainie: Argghghghghh!! There is a big difference between "I want to reload my phone tonight" and "If I don't reload it by tonight and lose all my phone credit I'm blaming you!!!"

After our little spat of childish bickering, we got into the supermarket, did our shopping like those peaceful old ladies there.
We bought so much food it looked like we're feeding the whole city from our soup kitchen or something (because mom's making some Chinese dish called choy keok, basically a semi-sour, curry (this isn't the creamy kind, but with a clear soup consistency) with roast pork, lots of veggies especially one known as kai choy- called Long mustard greens if I'm not mistaken, dried chillies, duck (opt), chicken (opt), dried tamarind skin, prawns.)

Normally Choy Keok is cooked when there's been a Chinese dinner, one of those ten-course affairs, and there are lots of leftovers (as in clean leftovers that has not been touched/ partially eaten by anyone, from the extra tables normally reserved in case some stragglers who don't RSVP show up). This is where the roast pork, chicken and duck meat usually come from. Veggies are bought fresh.

Usually the family chosen to cook the Choy Keok will have to cook a very big batch in the biggest pot at home and distribute it to the other families. How big? The kai choy veggies alone are 8 kilos. So the pot has to be able to take all that, the assorted meats, and a lot of pork, the water....It's a big pot, yes?

There's no fixed recipe for Choy Keok. The 4 basic requisites will be the roast pork, kai choy, tamarind skin, and dried chillies. The rest will depend on what extra ingredients are available. The trick to it is to stand by the pot for a few hours (maybe 2-3), constantly stirring and taste-testing to get the flavour right (by the way, this means my maid and mother will both be feeling hot and grumpy the rest of the day and I'll be avoiding them).

So that's basically Choy Keok for you

Oh and after we shopped at the mall, we went to get fruits and the veggies from some sundry shops nearby. I park the car at a very busy street. We get some fruits, and I put it in the car (trust me, this is relevant) before we head off to the veggie stall. I remember to lock the car door (which is good).

What is bad, is that I forgot to actually close the car door before locking it. Meaning I left the car in a busy street, brimming with our groceries, with the door gaping wide open. I might as well have tied a red Xmas bow on my sister's car, left a Christmas card by the steering wheel, and the keys in the ignition. Luckily when we got back (almost half an hour later) nothing was missing. I got one hell of a telling off from my mother though, cause the groceries were kinda pricey

One thing about me, my luck works in extreme ways. I get huge piles of shite circumstances, but I also get away with the most incredibly coincidental lucky stuff.

One time I dropped my camera on the floor next to the car parked in Midvalley Megamall, for half a day, and it was not stolen / crushed. Busy mall, different car parked next to it when we arrived. I've left it behind everywhere in public places like parks, restaurants, Mcdonalds....(you know, if my mom ever reads this, I'll never get to lay my hands on it again, not to mention how grounded I'll be for portraying her as a mad woman. She's nice. *ahem*. Really. She is.).

*whew, long post, sorry*

On a totally irrelevant note, there's something very sexy about Chris Cornell and his voice, yes?
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Written by lainie at 01:38 PM on December 20, 2003.

I noticed a lot of people commenting about my luck, this is something someone reminded me I did which will probably kill you:

Some time ago I dropped a hundred dollars on the floor in a crowded supermarket, walked away, and only realised it was gone after twenty minutes *Lainie has panic attack here*, hurried back and *whew, there it is!* picked it up right as the salesgirl who was standing nearby saw the hundred dollars and was doing some little excite jump.

Actually, I rather pitied the salesgirl (do I still get to complain about being unlucky here in my journal? Err...I'm only lucky with money and electronic stuff, if that helps).

Last night was eventful with two friends back for the holidays (Rano, Rachel) and two more here for a holiday (Logan, Fung Lin).

We went to a newly opened pub in Ipoh called Mike's Place, which is owned by Rano's dad. Obviously we were rather well-behaved there. In fact, the waitress (pretty, very skimpily-dressed and pouty, I might add) was downright disappointed at us for ordering juices. We played some pool there. Okay, late night, pub, dodgy crowd -guess what I encountered? No, not a groper, that's more a KL type of thing.

Two young boys playing pool. Weng and Hou are their names and they're 5 and 9 years old respectively. Weng was barely tall enough to see the top of the table, and Hou was more authoritive as the older brother, I suppose. These two kids are going to be professional poolsharks at the rate they're going, apparently their parents go to the place next door, and leave these two kids (without any form of supervision) with a lot of coins so they can play pool. Weng can't even talk yet, and I saw him put in a few in a row - I'm very impressed.

Cool parents. Careless, irresponsible, but cool.
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Written by lainie at 04:47 PM on December 20, 2003.

1. List your five favorite beverages.

- Tea (I love tea)
- Black coffee (but I love coffee more)
- Coca Cola (maybe I just like caffeine)
- Grapefruit juice
- Iced water

2. List your five favorite websites.

- http://Somethingpositive.net
- http://Friendster.com
- http://tabulas.com/~lainie/friends.html
- http://www.deviantart.com
- http://mail.yahoo.com or http://www.hotmail.com

Oh here's a forum I visit: Frozenashes.net, it's pretty new but cool Check it out if you wanna!

3. List your five favorite snack foods.

- Hommus
- Samosa
- Cucumber slices (no one ever understood this, whyyyy?)
- Cheese
- Apple chips

4. List your five favorite board and/or card games.

- Cho Tai Tee / Big 2 / Hong Kong poker
- Scrabble
- Monopoly
- Cluedo
- Risk

5. List your five favorite computer and/or game system games.

- Tetris
- The Sims (all the expansion packs too -_-")
- Crash Bash
- Monster Rancher 2
- Squaresoft games


All I want for Christmas is a stun gun.

You should see the looks I get when I tell people that.
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Written by lainie at 10:31 PM on December 20, 2003.

I went for my cousin's wedding dinner tonight. Her mom's a Yeoh too but I don't know her well cause she's from a more obscure branch of Kian Teik's (my granduncle) side. Her name is Ker Wei, if I'm not mistaken.

I liked the wedding, it was cosy and I met a lot of people who didn't come for the previous two wedding dinners that were held recently (and since I wasn't helping out this time I got to enjoy myself much more).

Met my cousin, Denise, or Chooi Wah there. She looked completely different, could hardly recognise her. As testament to how huge my family is, I met her through our friend Rachel.

Like gee, I'm a Yeoh too! Oh and you're related to so and so? Me too! How are you related to them? Holy crap, you're my cousin!

Also met Justin Yeoh and Louis Koo, two more cousins of mine. Justin was supposed to drive after the dinner but erm, he drank a lot, so I guess not anymore I was asking them about some 75% alcohol content drink, Bacardi 515 or something. Apparently 8 shots of that, and Louis had to be carried out of the place hehehe....He claims to be a much better drinker now. 75%, that's poisonous, isn't it?

Speaking of drinking my 6th grandmother (or 3rd, depending on which set of family politics I apply) kept making me drink white wine....Ooooh I was so high by the time she was through...She kept saying, "Right, whoever's done eating has to bottoms up their wine!". I excused myself from the table a lot

I was wearing a pink top, so my red face looked really bad - I'm not a good drinker at all.


I had no idea who I was related to at the dinner. I saw some of my cousins try to chat up this pretty girl, who turned out to be an underaged 1st cousin of ours (see? I told you I might unknowingly commit incest. Big family, happens). Then I saw Justin and Si Heong (am I dead if they find this journal? -_-") change their target and tried chatting up this pretty, young girl who turned out to be a movie producer's daughter (not related to the Yeohs, good for them), but very underaged (jailbait - not so good for them).

I wanted to send them over to my ex-classmate Joanne Kek, who came as a friend of the groom's, just so I could have a good laugh at my cousins. I decided against it in the end

By the way, has anyone heard the cover of Barry Manilow's Mandy? Who on earth did that? Is it Westlife? It's really unworthy of the original *boyband lovers, _please_ don't bother attacking me*.

I'm tired, but Denise wants to meet up with Rach before she goes to Nepal tomorrow, so I'll be joining them too, as soon as Logan comes to pick me up...yet here I am, typing away instead of waiting for him downstairs Forgive me if this is not a very coherent entry, under deadline (Ipoh small city, he's probably here soon ooop here he is speak of the devil) Byee!
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Written by lainie at 04:43 PM on December 21, 2003.

I'm thinking of getting my own domain through Agonus.com, and very possibly hosting as well. I've been thinking about it for some time, and this will be like an ego boosting Xmas pressie to myself!

Anyone has any thoughts? Actually, I got hold of Agonus through minishorts. I'm also thinking of notdesign which is pricier (hmm, why am I considering this one again?).

http://www.lainie.com has been taken up by some search engine (damn them!), and my initials http://www.lyck.com has also been taken up by some site in a language I don't speak, so I'm probably going for www.lainieyeoh.com instead

Wow am I well trained or what? I automatically type in the http:// when I type out addresses :D

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Update: There's been some misunderstanding. The new domain will be for my website, which I will jazz up to suit the new amount of time and $$ it'll cost me..My tabulas is staying where it is
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Written by lainie at 08:41 PM on December 21, 2003.

This post is just for a laugh with Rach:

Recently in KL with Rachel, we saw her friend Ezra in a Brylcreem ad.

I tried looking for that picture, but I guess Brylcreem doesn't have a Malaysian site

I did however, find his Cleo Bachelor page (from last year, click his name up there to see), and some records of his agressive inline street skating during the Asian X-Games (he won the Gold medal, if you do check the link).

This is the photo that started it all: Asian X-Games Qualifiers photo
I told Rach I saw his photo online and she wants to see it too, so why the hell not huh? Post link here, easy access

I remember Ezra well cause the last time we caused the police and fire brigade to come to our place, the sirens woke him up (he lives next to the fire station, and it was 3am or something).

That and I keep seeing him in the Wrigley's chewing gum and Twisties commercials on tv.

That's all folks
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Written by lainie at 10:15 PM on December 22, 2003.

Today is Guo Dong, known in English as the Winter Solstice

It's a Chinese cultural celebration that marks the change from fall to winter (not that this point really concerns us in Malaysia, being a tropical country and all).

Guo Dong can be celebrated for 3 reasons

1. To take a break, relax and enjoy after the harvest season.
2. Some Yin-Yang reason. Apparently after the night of Guo Dong, it'll be all Yang from then on for a long time (Yang = good, warm)
3. Because it's a good reason to get together with the family (Chinese people usually have huge, extended families).

Most people don't know this, but Guo Dong (and not Chinese New Year) is the most important Chinese celebration (although, by now considering the popularity of CNY, they're probably equally important...hmmm). In fact, at one point in history, the day of Guo Dong was considered the New Year.

There are many cultural factors associated with Guo Dong (and it being a Chinese culture, I guarantee a lot of it concerns food).

Most modern families celebrate Guo Dong like so:
1. Gathering of immediate family for dinner (although yes, some still go for the whole "invite the whole extended family" thing, though this is mainly a CNY thing now).
2. and by eating Tong Yuen (Tang Yuen in mandarin, I speak Cantonese -another popular dialect- so I call it Tong Yuen).

Tong Yuen is a dish that is comprised of doughey, glutinuous rice flour, lil balls (size varies from a M&M to the combined size of 6 M&Ms) in a sugar solution (that may have a bit of ginger in it). Although it's mainly sugar, flour and artificial colourings (sometimes, the dough is coloured red, green, yellow and pink. Otherwise, it's a pasty white), it's very popular. I've just described Chinese junk food haven't I?

A variation to the plain Tong Yuen is the variety that is stuffed, most likely with glutinous rice or peanuts. These will be the size of ping-pong balls (all the semi-sweet stuffing that oozes out when you bite into it contributes to the size). This is the version that restaurants with Tong Yuen on the menu will likely serve.

And the last version of Tong Yuen I know of has small plain dough balls, in a savoury soup (usually chicken with spring onions). This is not as popular since the gooey balls go better with the sugared water (and more people know about it), but some people do prefer it.

So there you have it the two main parts of Guo Dong nowadays....If you wanna know more, keep reading, I'll tell more about what I know of Guo Dong:

Dumplings: Apparently, wantons were created on the day of Guo Dong, and therefore are eaten on that day. Legend has it that a doctor, Zhang Zhongjing, saw a lot of poor people suffering from the cold, felt pity for them and cooked some mutton, chilli peppers and herbs to help dispel the cold, wrapped it in flour sheets, cooked em and made dumplings.
Also known as Gaozi, Gaozu or frozen ears. Japanese version will be Gyoza.

Art: A painting will be hung on the wall, and completed in stages. The painting will have one plum tree with 81 flowers (uncoloured). As each day passes by, a flower will be painted red to mark the days left till spring arrives.

Calligraphy: Done in a similiar style to the painting, except with words instead of flowers. What is written is one line off an old poem about a weeping willow in the courtyard and how it is waiting for the spring to come because it loves spring the most. The line has nine characters and each character requires nine brush strokes (9 x 9 = 81, same amount as the flowers). It was used to teach children how to write in Mandarin.

Time: During Guo Dong, daytime is the shortest and nighttime is the longest in the Northern Hemisphere (the Chinese back then determined this day through the use of a sun dial).
Other Cultures: The winter solstice is linked to a lot of other celebrations including Christmas, paganistic rituals and all that. Probably because they all happen at around the same time.

Religion: In ancient times, Guo Dong is the day where the Emperor will pray to the Heavens, while the commoners offer sacrifices to their deceased family.

That's about all I know, really. O_O

Now don't mind me, I'm off to Rach's place to play a boardgame known as Risk! Bloody addictive game
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Written by lainie at 01:47 PM on December 23, 2003.

I just came back from the clinic. I always thought the window pane at the medicine dispenser/ registration counter was to keep the Prozac happy people from grabbing at some pills and making a run for it. I know better now.

It is to keep disgruntled patients from doing anything illegal to stupid nurses who work in clinics, for example throttling them till they die, or making them eat their own eyeballs.

Where do stupid people come from? Do they fall out of the sky? Did they graduate from pre-school and decide that was enough? Are they the result of a botched science experiment? Did someone switch their minds with that of mice (and not very smart ones at that)?

Just to show I'm not some crazy / bitchy arse, here's what happened:

Lainie: I'll like to see the doctor
Nurse: May I see your IC please? (IC = Identification card).
Lainie: I didn't bring it, I'll write down my name for you instead

[Nurse takes piece of paper with my name on it]
[Nurse looks up at me sympathetically]

Nurse: Is this your name?
Lainie: Yes. L-a-i-n-i-e
Nurse: Are you sure? Maybe you didn't spell it correctly.
Lainie: Maybe I can spell, and that is the correct spelling.

[Nurse pouts, goes to cabinets to look for my medical file]
[Nurse confused, comes back]

Nurse: Can I see your IC please? I need the number.
Lainie: As I said, I didn't bring my IC. I'll write it down for you.

[Nurse heads for the cabinets, stops and turns back]

Nurse: Can I see your IC please?
Lainie: I. Don't. Have. It. Right. NOW.
Nurse: Well I can only find your file with your address.
Lainie: What a coincidence, I just happen to know my address. Tell you what, I'll write it down on that piece of paper.

[Who does she think I am? Some illegal immigrant with nothing better to do than annoy herself with moronic nurses?]

Nurse: Name please.
Lainie: It's on that piece of paper you're holding.

[I'm not even bothered to hide my annoyance by now]

Nurse: Is this your correct name?
Lainie: Will you go and get my file already?

[I am convinced she is a machine, whose mind is based on an inferior model of SmarterChild. This, if you're not familiar with SC, is not a compliment.]

I had a fever and sore throat before I arrived at the clinic.
I left the clinic with a high fever and sore throat.
Guess who I attribute the increase in temperature to. Just guess.
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Written by lainie at 09:44 PM on December 23, 2003.

This is going to be one of those daily recap of my life thingies, pardon my boring life

For the first time ever, I met my cousins from London. My aunt Chee Leng (dad's half sister) brought her kids over, James and Louisa. My goodness, they speak with such heavy accents, their voices /manner seem so grave for someone their age.

James looks like a bit like a white boy, but there are startling similarities to my grandfather, probably because my aunt looks like him too (step grandmom is caucasian). James is the only male cousin out of so many who actually looks like his grandfather (this is assuming I've met all my cousins, which is quite unlikely).

Aunt Chee Ling brought a present for my family: 30 books. I wasn't kidding when I said we're all bookworms.

My mother is a member of this club called Ladies Hour, and some friends from her club celebrated her birthday today along with Aunty Ella and Aunty Yoke Wah (actually, they celebrate by month, but mom and Aunty Yoke Wah's birthday are in January, either near or during Chinese New Year so they're holding the birthday lunch early).

My mother got some retro looking handbag, her friends made her smell it to prove it's PVC and not leather (which I found kind of funny) because it's a standing thing that no one is to buy expensive gifts.

I ate some of my medication just now, and what a rip-off. My doctor's slipped in some grape flavoured vitamins again so he can jack up the prices. Honestly, I should just make the longer drive to my uncle's clinic instead, it's just that he won't let any of us pay the bill, so we don't go there much. I love it when I'm on medication, I have the most bee-yoo-tiful sleep, ever!

Dilemma: Invited for 2 Christmas dinners in Ipoh (which I shouldn't decline, because one comes from family, and the other comes from a close family friend), but Rachel and Logan want me to 'stay over at her house' so we can sneak off to Penang. I'm in trouble whichever I pick....Gah.

Also, I found out I must have somehow dicked up my full driver's license application when I got it a year ago, since it's already expired (and it's supposed to last ten years?). My mother found out and blew her top. She looks like some walking human volcano.

Actual Conversation:

Mom: Go get your license renewed! Why is it expired? How can it be expired now?
Lainie: Tomorrow....I'm sick today...
Mom: And while you're at the post office, deliver this letter.
Lainie: I don't want to go now, I can't drive I'm feeling woozy.
Mom: And make sure this one lasts! It'd better not be expired again soon!
Lainie: I'll go tomorrow, I need to lie down now, my medicine's kicking in...
Mom: Carry the thirty books upstairs then go get it renewed immediately.
Lainie: Oh, MY GOD I knew I shouldn't have told you till I'd recovered!
Mom: Well? Go on, you need to leave the house before the post office closes.
Lainie: .......

[Lainie ignores 30 books, risks mother turning homocidal, goes to bed]

How conversation probably went in Lainie's Mom's Head.

[Mother gently descends in cloud of light. Talks in melodiously loud voice. Lainie looks like Smeagol from LOTR.]

Mom: Go get your license renewed! Why is it expired? How can it be expired now?
Lainie: You're right it's all my fault, I'll risk fainting while I drive to fix this disaster right now.
Mom: And while you're at the post office, deliver this letter.
Lainie: Yes Master, clean your shoes while I'm at it? Bend over so you can kick my ass?
Mom: And make sure this one lasts! It'd better not be expired again soon!
Lainie: Oh Great One, an imbecile such as I can only hope to perform as you wish.
Mom: Carry the thirty books upstairs then go get it renewed immediately.
Lainie: Please, allow me to grovel before you first.
Mom: Well? Go on, you need to leave the house before the post office closes.
Lainie: Oh very well, I'll take a break from worshipping you for a while, even though it pains me.

[Lainie bows, walks away from her backwards so as not to face her ass to her, 'accidentally faints' onto her bed.]

Someone needs to tell my mother those two things at the side of her head have other purposes asides from dangling shiny earrings from them.

You know, one day my posts will begin with the title:
I am Screwed big time, My mom found my blog.

Which *shouldn't* happen as long as she and her friends don't know how to use Google, and her friend's kids don't find my journal (or for that matter, Nat's mom doesn't find hers -_-").
My survival depends on a lot.
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Written by lainie at 02:32 PM on December 24, 2003.

I logged on to Deviantart after a long hiatus, to be greeted by 421 deviations (art work) by people on my watch list.

I have a personal motto to view everything on my list (which is really supposed to keep me from adding every Tom, Dick, Harry and Jane in DA), so let the sloooow viewing begin.

It's a good thing I don't comment unless it's for a C&C (Comment & Criticism), unless it's artwork by someone I consider a DA friend, or one of those people who could take a photo of a fried egg and I'd still love

Here are some links to some of the DA members I prefer (if you have a slow connection, try not to curse me, DA is an art site and therefore intensive on the graphics ):

Photogeekboy :
Photography, excellent portraits. I like "Girl in bath tub", "Square Fashion Campaign 03", and "lineup".

Lonelyplanetgirl:
Brenda does a lot of what DA regulars will call Indy Art
Basically very mod, pop, bright coloured looking digital art of people.
Example: "Where did you go", "Repeated Wuv", and "Rivers Cuomo".
I met Brenda because we both did a painting on Rivers Cuomo (although I prefer hers ) and a piece called "Gemini".

Nanazhazie
A fellow Malaysian with killer pencil portraits and beautiful digital portraits of Daniel Jones and Brandon Boyd

Blueturtle
It's possible that I love every single photo she's posted
Check out her gallery, her photos deal mainly with buildings, gorgeous colours, reflective surfaces and juxtapositions in the Czech Republic.

Iksela
I think he's kinda hot his photography's pretty good too No, really, don't let my hormones distract you, check out his gallery.

On their pages you can see their info, journal, their favourite piece of work by themselves and others. If you only want to see their artwork, click on gallery, which will be somewhere near the top. If you click browse, it'll take you to the main DA page. Uhhh...I seem to have gone over the top again, as usual, so I'll just stop with the DA plugs here

Oh guess what? This morning I went with Gazel (my elder sister) to the bank, where she tried to deposit some money but the machine would accept all the notes except one creased fifty dollar note, so it's mine now Yeay me!

This is all my medication talking, I swear.
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Written by lainie at 07:44 PM on December 24, 2003.

That's a photo of Gazel (my sister) and Tommy (her boyfriend, the guy on the right, that's a cat in the middle *yeah lamer joke*)...I'm not sure if it'll show up, really, cause it's link from my Yahoo account
Look at her...Just look...Super devourer of food, she is like the Black Hole of buffets.

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Oh for.....If community webshots wasn't so annoying to use I swear...ARgh
Obviously, it's not showing up
the photo is here.
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Written by lainie at 01:07 PM on December 25, 2003.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!

How's Christmas been treating you? Bet the food's lovely huh? I like presents, oh yes, very much

I had a pretty good time last night!

First I went to Our Mother of Perpetual Help church (and I complain people think I'm Catholic ) for Christmas Eve night. Made a slight boo-boo there. I yelled down the phone to Julian "Merry Christmas! I'm your Easter Bunny!"

Please, let me remind you this was in a church, and while some of the more pious still had their heads bowed in prayer, the more indignant ones swivelled round to look at me....Eeeeps...Honest mistake, he was in a noisy area and I thought he wouldn't hear me.

I snuck away to some dodgy looking alley midway cause my friends wanted to smoke...I was just looking at them and wondering how come I was the only one with a sore throat? Look at them, happily puffing away, all owners of throats healthier than mine (wonderful xmas gift, I woke up and I'm well now!). I guess they weren't kidding, menthol ciggies help soothe the throat (and probably kills whatever is trying to infect em in the first place, heh).

We left early, and went to Y2K (local pub) to pick up Daphne, then went for a drink somewhere else. Y2K was a very sad affair. A catfight was going on upstairs at the same time two guys were picking a fight downstairs. The police showed up so they didn't fight, but the moment the cops left, they started again. Too much talking, no fighting that I saw. Maybe they did fight, I don't know, but I saw a lot of 'negotiators'. Not exactly the type of bar brawls available in Bangsar. Shall stop here, Ipoh small city = Lainie gets into trouble for blabbing too much.

We didn't stay at Y2K long because really, clubbing in Ipoh gets kind of sad. When we arrived all we saw were Chinese hoards headbanging to The Cranberries' Zombie. All singing loudly and off key. We don't really dance here in Ipoh. We sorta....headbang, and hope for the best by fitting it. Now you see why I don't go clubbing here?

Had a drink with Rach, Logan, Gwen and Daph. We were drinking some lovely sea coconut drink, and super salty msg packed soup (flavoured with a few floating fishballs).

The most amazing thing happened. Three guys started performing at the hawker's centre we were at. They sang some John Denver and Beatles songs. This sorta thing does *not* happen in Ipoh. We pooled up some money and Daphne dropped it into their bag, but...Hmm...Ipoh doesn't seem ready for them yet, not many people gave money. Our table got very noisy when the buskers came, singing along very loudly (and getting a lot of the words wrong cause the band changed some of the lyrics). A lot of old people were staring at us.

Guess what Rach gave me for Christmas
Hair dye (red and green, cause they're the Christmas colours) because she wants what I did the last time I dyed my hair to happen again:
Basically she wants a few more morons to insult my hair, make me lose my temper, and kick them in the balls. Lovely, isn't she? Right, New Year resolution: Do not lose temper so much, too entertaining for Rachel's sadistic fun!
Well, Rach is sweet, she gave me a pen with a mini-giraffe on top that gyrates in a very horny fashion :D

Now I'm off! It's Christmas, you people enjoy it too

Written by lainie at 03:21 PM on December 26, 2003.

Whew...I gotta stop coming home every night at 4am, it's taking its toll on me (not to mention my mother is starting to get pissed off at my early mornings).

Yesterday was Christmas in Malaysia (different timezones, hence explanation). I called Lyne, and my goodness, she's still in a daze as ever. I think I got a bit confused myself just talking to her (You...Lyne...aiiii....Bad influence). Malaysians have a way of describing people like this, let me introduce you to the local slang:

Blur: Lyne is blur (she never knows what's happening because she lives in a blur)
E=mc²: MC² are the initials for a Cantonese saying, Mung Cha Cha. Also means blur

Went to Rachel's house for Christmas, was fun. Jaya and Megan (a guy) who i'd met at Rach's pool party before this came, was sorta interesting to see them when we weren't all high. They both grew beards (either that or my hazy memories of the pool party is very inaccurate). Daphne came too, brought along her sister Sa (Vanessa) who's only 14, she looks and acts a lot older than that. I think cause all of us were in our twenties or so and she fitted in pretty well, not like some teens who act weird when put in a crowd of older people. Think she hangs with Daph's friends too (I don't think you'll know her then Nay, she's your age but her crowd is my age group ).

We played Risk! Rachel and I teamed up, by the time the game ended we had the most land, having conquered Australia, Asia and part of Europe, which was pretty cool Then again, if we'd continued, Jaya, with his Britney Spears tutu army might have taken over soon (guess who got the pink army huh).

After Risk the others went out to tell ghost stories, while Rach and I stayed in to watch TV (because we're chicken, yes). I'm not sure how it affected my drive home alone at three something in the morning, but on a main road while I stopped for a red light I saw something creepy standing next to the car, a lil white/ grey splotchy thing (anyone says dog or cat at this point and I will kill them), very short around the height of a standing baby. It had two legs (or two sticks it was balancing on, whichever).

Anyways, I came home, smsed Logan to tell him what I saw, and decided not to say anything more cause apparently spirits like hearing stories about themselves.

Not that it was a spirit.

Nuh-uh.

Hallucination.

U-huh.

Read.

Try to sleep.

Hey guess what I thought I saw last night?

Yeap. Wasn't real. Mm-hmm.

I hate that I always see stuff like these.

My mother is now complaining I left the whole house shining like a superstar last night because I turned on all the lights

People, new icon! *points upper left* Too bad I couldn't find one of a girl wearing it

And with that, I'm off to sleep, because I did not have the soundest of sleep last night, and if I go out now I'll be the one scaring people on the highway.
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Written by lainie at 09:43 PM on December 26, 2003.

Hey Jiggy, I tried opening your page and two viruses almost landed on me.
Update your anti virus programmes and see.....

Written by lainie at 12:32 PM on December 28, 2003.

Lainie's Kitchen Disasters: Lesson #1: Steam an Egg

1. Come home at 9 am hungry
2. Despair at lack of bread and cereal, which will be your entire "cooking" repertoire.
3. Decide to steam an egg.
4. Turns out, eggs are kept in the fridge, and not near the onions and garlic.
5. Call friend Rano, even though she's probably sleeping.
6. Call sister, because turns out non-Chinese don't really go for steamed eggs.
7. Sister has no idea.
8. Sister suggests microwaving combination of egg and water. Think to self: "where's the steam in that??".
9. Decide sisters are generally evil, so ignore since you want to steam an egg, not zap it to hell.
10. Put a bit of water in small wok.
11. Place 4 chopsticks into a square formation at the base, like you see in Chinese restaurants.
12. Put bowl that has egg and water mixture on the chopsticks.
13. Fiddle around a few minutes trying to figure out how stove works.
14. Do not put face close to stove because when a lot of gas is set on fire at the same time, the heat will singe some hair off your face, probably..
15. Marvel at intelligence as water starts to boil, thus producing steam heading up towards general direction of eggs.
16. Eggs appear to take long time to steam.
17. Very long time indeed.
18. Suspicious.
19. Maybe it's cooked and you can't tell, because it looks the same cooked or raw.
20. Mother finally awake, comes downstairs.
21. Ask mother to check eggs for you.
22. Stand far away when mother realises you've melted the four chopsticks, and into her favourite wok, no less.
23. Grumpy mother addicted to coffee should not be further provoked before morning dose of caffeine by questions along the line of "Who the hell has such a thing as a favourite wok??"
24. Eggs are ready, take them out.
25. Scratch that, put kitchen gloves on, then take them out.
26. Throw accusing glare at mother like it's her fault your hands hurt.
27. Ignore her "I can't believe I sent you to science school for over a decade" look.
28. Eat eggs.
29. Do not complain that eggs are lumpy because mother will glare at you like the evil chopsticks melter that you are.
30. Mother will make clear that by the time Chinese New Year comes, family and her friends will all know what an idiot you are.

How to steam an egg, Lainie style, in 30 easy steps.
Rachel says I'm probably the cause of my mother's health problems

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Eeeyoooch....I haven't had an internet connection for ages, something's wrong with it -_-"
oh noooo, I finally connected, but nothing's opening up :/ This sucks ass...

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Damn.....I just found out the man who interviewed and offered me a medical scholarship two years back passed away last week...That's sad, he's really nice...Sigh

Written by lainie at 11:57 PM on December 28, 2003.

Just came back from a birthday / Christmas party at Aunty Ella's place.

It's so appalling, Aunty Ella's dog, Baby (a miniature dobermann pinscher) was wearing a fucking diamond necklace. I'm not talking about some lil diamante pendant. This dog was wearing a whole chain of genuine diamonds.

I was wondering how much Aunty Ella would really miss Baby if I cooked the dog, and kept the diamonds. I'd miss the diamonds more if that happened to me.

Met some people round my age there. Camille, who's going to Beijing soon to learn Mandarin (I think that's pretty cool) and going to Oxford a year later to do her PHD on Psychology (I think that's a tad scary, but anyway).

I found out after I left the party that Camille is my age, dammit I wish I'd found out earlier, I know some people who probably did their PPE in Oxford at the same year too (Politics Philosophy Economics), would have been interesting to find out what they'd been up to. Ah well, we exchanged numbers.

Also met 3 brothers, Leong Chew -and his girlfriend from Hong Kong, Judy, Leong Kar and Leong Seng. They were very sociable, and Kar and Chew looked familiar (I told Chew so and thankfully not Kar who said it was a pick up line...haha..nahhh) although we couldn't figure out why cause they mainly live in Singapore. I suspected that it was all those parties my granduncle KK Lim threw for youngsters at his place.

We were talking about LOTR. I'd totally go for Aragorn over Legolas (I mean, this guy was nancing it out all over the snow, no thank you). For real life actors though, I must admit Orlando Bloom does look better than Viggo Mortensen without the shaggy hair and beard that Aragorn sports. I'd still go for Viggo though, artist, poet and actor oh yes *pounce*. Gimme a break, this is the first time I'm drooling over actors on my journal

Anyway, near the end of the dinner the Leong brothers' mother came and *click click whirrrr click*.

Yeah, their mom, Aunty Margie, I know very well because she looks a lot like my mother (creepy). Actually, Aunty M looks like she came outta the same cookie cutter as my 4th aunt (waaaay creepier), but since people in Ipoh only know her and mom they keep mistaking them for each other.

This woman looks like my mother for heaven's sake, of course I remember her, how could I forget freaky stuff like that?

After I left the party I found out that the Leong brothers were Yi Zhin's (my friend who was also at the party) cousins. Dammit the things I only find out when I leave the party.

My mother said years ago Yi Zhin went on a trip to Lumut with me, to a chicken factory (just don't ask), and that he sat next to me on the bus too, which is really strange cause I'd swear I was sitting next to Natalie. I don't even have photos of him from that trip (not that I took photos of the chicken factory, of course).

Ahh well.

Trivia: Camille's mom, Aunty See Foon, was a really famous model back in the 70s. Cool.
Trivia 2: Leong Chew went to college with the actor who plays Tom Riddle (cool...can't remember what the guy looks like though )
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Written by lainie at 01:20 AM on December 29, 2003.

This was started by MikeyMike
Best Song 2003: Roddy Hart - Lady
Best Cheesy Song 2003: The Darkness - I Believe in a Thing Called Love.

No wonder I stopped playing the guitar. I'm horrible at it.

1. I've forgotten how to read notes
2. Or rather, I do remember how to, I just find it so incredibly annoying.
3. The remains of my pathetic chord transitions are barely recognisable.
4. I want a manicure, dammit! Grow, fingernails, grow!
5. Soft fingers = Pain at holding down chords.
6. Fact of life: Tone deaf people can't tune a guitar properly without a piano.

So yes, I am a bad guitarist, but this is the first time in over a year that my nails are short enough to allow me to play

I wish I had my classical guitar with me, it's old and the sound is wonderfully mellow. I'm playing a folk guitar now, smaller so it's easier for Ms. "I forgot my chords" I suppose, though this means that I'm placing my fingers on the wrong frets when it comes to the few chords I do actually remember.

It is sort of fun after so long, my mother has left the room (yeah, I'm really that bad) so I'm just sitting here alone and playing some simple songs (I can still do major chords, and some minors- most dominant 7ths are shot to hell).

It's amazing how much I do when I don't have the internet (I'm typing this out in Notepad) I bet my mom is going to call up the company soon to ask what happened to the net connection, more for her sake than mine. I'm just remembering the tears of....uhh., Joy........my guitar teacher always seemed to be on the verge of breaking out into when I play.

I'm listening to A Case of You (including practically every cover that's ever been made). If someone made a compilation CD with nothing but different artistes singing this song, I'd buy it. I'd want a double CD special. Or, I should just get off my lazy ass and burn myself a copy

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Eeeeps, I'm sorry I haven't been commenting people, I'll get around to reading your pages once my internet connection is up and running smoothly again. Streamx is giving us problems right now (maybe should change to Nasioncom)

Till then cheers y'all, see you again soon!
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Written by lainie at 09:41 PM on December 30, 2003.

Helloooo people! Guess what? My internet connection's back! Woohoo! (Yes, my live is rather pathetic in that sense, but hell, I like it!)

Went to my favourite coffeeshop in Ipoh today, Kong Heng. Well, not Kong Heng, but the one right next to it, Yip Heng! It's the same food, different drinks stall. When celebrities visit Ipoh this is one of places they're usually taken to. Hard to say though, we have very famous food in every other road.

On a diet? Don't come to Ipoh. That's the best advice any Ipoh girl can give you.

Wasted the afternoon away playing pool. Since Rano's dad owns the pub, we got to play for free, which was pretty cool.

I just took this IQ Test, and geez...the test explains why I'm among the least intelligent of the crowd I hang out with.

If you take this test, be aware that it's an Emode test, meaning if you don't already have an account registered with them you will have to submit info before getting your results. Right then, you have been warned.

Sigh....so many people dying...My aunt's very good friend just passed away last night. Hmmmm...

Rish went to Goa and so far the only reports I've heard from India is that she's psychotic (For fuck's sake, who didn't know?). She's back now, happy from all the shopping she did, and revelling in the attention she got from a besotted Bollywood star (India's Hollywood). Ach, I have my work cut out for me bringing her back down to Earth.

I find this interesting, Rach is buying clothes, cloth and sequins. She's modifying the clothes here, and selling it in London. The cloth and sequins are for the bags she's making, and it looks promising! I'll put pictures of em up if I can soon

Now, I'm gonna be going out again, and my mother's threatening to do very unpleasant things to my head should I not come home early. I might as well just cut if off and give it to her now, because judging from the crowd I'm going to be with tonight I'm probably not coming home early anyway.
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Written by lainie at 07:00 PM on December 31, 2003.

Happy New Year to y'all

Did any of you have plans? I didn't even know today's New Year's eve till a day ago, so guess how many plans I have huh?

The title is Bummer because just two hours ago Daphne called and said we could run off to Pangkor island, stay by the beach, sleep on mats, watch the sun rise....A lil bohemian getaway sort of thing. We moved fast cause we needed to leave in say, ten minutes, to catch the last ferry. Sneak beach trip = FUN!

It would have been super huh? We'd done packing, and chucked the bags into the boot of the car. Right before the happy "bhmp" sound that you get when you enthusiastically slam it shut, get into the car and yell "ROAD TRIP" Daphne called with bad news.

Her dad piled on the guilt trip, and so Daph couldn't go. Ended up going out for tea instead (oh, joy...). Siiiiiiigh.... Would have been a cool way to spend the New Year's though.

Daphne: Didn't you tell your mom you're off to Pangkor?
Lainie: Er, NO?
[Lainie imagines the situation when mother calls at night to ask when I'm gonna be home]
Get real, tell her I've skipped town again? Because, you know, I don't piss her off enough this whole month right?.
(Hah, you try to fill up that sentence with links to posts of the times you pissed off your mom this month if you can)

Right now there are no definite plans for New Year's, although a few ideas did come up....One was to go clubbing in Ipoh (*groan*), do the countdown, then sneak off to a quiet place with a bunch of friends and just chill out. Another was to rent a hotel room and go nuts there. A few other plans that included karaoke (oh noooo I can't sing to save a worm's life, much less mine), or to rent a studio and jam there.

Yeah, cept you know....I have an out-of-tune guitar I barely play, and Rachel has a "natural talent" for the triangle and tambourine...and hmm...I suppose we could use Daph, Logan and Aloysius in some porno dance video (we could avoid filming their faces). Would be interesting.

Conversation with my mother:

Mom: Your dad was playing your guitar last night.
Lainie: Wow, I didn't know he could play the guitar! (Dad's a drummer)
Mom: Yeah, he didn't know whose guitar it was.
Lainie: Doesn't he know I play?
Mom: No.
Lainie: WHAT? How dare he not know!!

Yeah, because I'm so fair that way.
Like how I'd kill him if he doesn't remember my birthday, but I have no idea when his is. August, or June, I guess (I'm not good with dates, it's not fair to expect me to remember).
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