I'm a dentist now.

Travelling to a foreign country was fun. 

You experience different weather conditions and get excited over the fact that you get to wear clothing that is not a cotton/chiffon top and shorts. You buy shawls upon scarves upon boots because there's a need to be fashionable even though you know you will never, EVER use them again when you come back to Malaysia.

You also eat life changing food and then suddenly, you puke a little in your mouth when your friends back home want to go to McDonalds. You start being obnoxious and say things like, OMG the yoghurt in Australia is soooo creamy it makes the youghurt we eat in Malaysia look like expired milk. 

Two days in you start talking with an accent. You'd think the locals would understand you better. You think you can pull it off but then you start talking in longer sentences and your accent slips and ends with a -LAH. 

And when you leave, your belongings magically expand and they never fit in the luggage the way they did when you arrived.

I will never find out.

You know how packs of food come with a label at the corner that says 'tear here'? I'm sure I have what it takes (dexterity, willpower, precision, hunger) to tear open the packet but half the time, they never do. Then I turn the pack over to see who's the manufacturer so that I can curse them for giving me false sense of hope. The hope that your life will be made immensely simpler because you can just 'tear here'. Now I have to get a pair of scissors. Or tear somewhere else. 

I'm a pain to watch movies with. While everyone else are immersed in the suspense of whether Brad Pitt will survive the zombies, I wonder if he gets hungry. Doesn't Channing Tatum need to pee in the midst of killing off terrorists? Because really, you'd think that viewers would care if these dedicated people needed a toilet break or a sandwich.

While at a food court I saw my coursemate. I couldn't believe the we bumped into each other! I also couldn't believe the confused look she gave me. We've been only away from uni for over a month. Has she really forgotten about me? Must be the new glasses. 

Because I said hi to a stranger. 

Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.

You'd think that staying in a hotel you wouldn't have to worry too much about messing the place up. After all, it's paid for so by all means, go really crazy and leave the cup unwashed! But I'm the type that would want to keep the sheets tucked back into the mattress (though they never turn out right). Sometimes I feel proud of myself for not having to let housekeeping do anything. Sometimes I hope the hotel surprises me with a 'Best Customer Award'. 

So this lady comes up to me and asks me to draw a floor plan of my hostel for her, as her child is about to enroll for a course here in AIMST. I wanted to tell her that I'm not a qualified architect or engineer. I didn't have the floor plan. I was sure about where my bed was placed, but what if she wanted to know about the plumbing? Or the secret tunnel that brings you to Kronos. I doodled something out anyway. A floor plan. My parents sent me here after just seeing an ad in the newspaper, I didn't panic not knowing the layout of where I would direct my pee. Just saying. 

Sometimes I wished my name had more I's in it. That way I could dot my I's with little heart shapes. It's just every girl's dream. I had a phase back in primary school when I wanted to call myself Nicole. But that didn't pan out because of the contents of my birth certificate. 

God these people.

Have you ever been in a situation where someone takes your seat in a plane or bus and pretend like they own it? Then when you attempt to talk to them about this 'mix up' they start to study the emergency flight manual or become REALLY into fastening their seatbelts. I can see your eyes pal, they're shifty.

So I was on Facebook one day (actually I'm on it everyday- I lurk) and the amount of mundane things people talk about is exhausting. I'm all for sharing defining moments in life but going out for Chatime isn't revolutionary.

Oh and meet Cherry. She's pretty and she knows it, but she doesn't need to take self shots of herself every other day for the approval of the masses.

Too damn scared

to try.

I used to think that my teeth were fine. They're not perfect, but I didn't see the need to fix them. Then I started reading orthodontics. Boy was I wrong. I lost my canine guidance. I'm trying not to tongue thrust even when I don't have the habit in the first place. My anteriors are too proclined. My canines are too yellow. My mammelons are not equal in size. 

Have you had people tell you they are not as good as you because you are studying in a university and they didn't? Thing is, if I don't study dentistry, I do not possess any other skills to make a living. I respect the work that you do, but why won't you do the same for yourself? You've worked just as hard to get where you are, so don't sell yourself short. 

Just the other day, I was waiting for the lift, when someone comes to wait too. He presses the 'going up' button, even though I've already done that. Buddy, it's been pressed. It's like saying I didn't do a good enough job pressing that button, and that having you press it will make the lift come faster. 

How long did it take for you to realize that your horoscope readings in the newspaper were utter rubbish? I took them pretty seriously when I was a kid(why hasn't this happened today?!) Later on I would read them to amuse myself. Here's mine for yesterday:


You have an unusual gift for making a situation seem less dramatic, Aries. Today, you'll witness crises of all kinds. You will be the one who reassures people, and the one who can sum up the situation objectively without panicking or exaggerating. This, coupled with your legendary calm, makes for a great combination!

I'll tell you what happened yesterday. Woke up, did some revision, sent some text messages, went swimming, gossiped and had a good laugh over it, did more revision and slept. Crises of all kinds, pfffft.

Caught off guard.

Estranged as we may now be, we used to be the best of friends. That could probably remain, but I chose not to. So be angry at me. I will let you.

I have outgrown everything that was in the past, and I'm sorry it took you a much longer time to feel free again. Finding someone else to love first doesn't mean I win. You won, because you loved me longer. But please don't make me feel guilty for feeling happy once again.

Nevertheless, you were once an amazing person to me, and I wish you all the happiness that you deserve.

Do what you need to do to forget. I never did, because some memories are worth keeping.

So be angry at me, I will let you.

So many things to say to you.

Fortunately, I'm not a bitch. So lucky you.

Life has been giving me a good share of ups and downs lately. But nothing I can't fix!

But what I really want to talk about today is movies that I've watched recently.

1. Julie & Julia

It is enjoyable to watch Meryl Streep, as always. She makes Julia Child such a lovable character, and her kitchen in the 1950s makes me wanna have a kitchen like that. As for Amy Adams and her character Julie Powell, it makes you wonder if you too are THAT obsessed with your blog.

2. Pulp Fiction

I think the best part of this movie is the dialogue. Here's one:

[Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie's kitchen]

Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.
Jules: [pause] What?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.
Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...
Jimmie: [interupting] No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?
Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...
Jimmie: [cutting him off again; getting angry] Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?
Jules: [pause] No. I didn't.
Jimmie: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?
Jules: Why?
Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!

3. Larry Crowne

Funny and inspiring, but quite predictable towards the end.

That's all for now, I'm hungry.

Very happy inside.

Sorry I've been gone so long, been busy sitting like a boss.

But really, I was preoccupied with:

1) Baby

2) Taking pictures of Shan

3) Reading the funnies from the Oral Surgery textbook

Time well spent.

10 Things I want to do before I die (for now)

1. Go diving in the prettiest coral reefs and not die like how Steve Irwin did.

2. Feed a bottle of milk to a tiger cub.

3. Have shitloads of money.

4. Punch someone in the face (or any physical assault that gives equal gratification).

5. Learn a new language.

6. Spend the aforementioned shitloads of money on my family and good shoes.

7. Cook delicious food so that my future husband won't leave me.

8. Join the Amazing Race with my brother.

9. Eat deep dish pizza in San Francisco.

10. Spend a day with Bear Grylls. Just one day.

If that's what it takes

then go ahead.

No I didn't become famous and forgot about you. I just slept through August.

So I tried a few new things lately. Allow me to brag about it.

My friends and I ate baguettes for a week. That's gotta be some district level record.

I finally got around to try painting acrylic on canvas. My first artwork is sitting somewhere where the number of viewers have reached a staggering number of 2.

Then there's the henna drawing. Sold my skills for RM3 a piece during the Mid Autumn Festival and people were willing to give me money. I just hope they do not suffer from G6PD deficiency.

Also this chicken hates his job.

I am a hoarder

for all the right reasons.

So I was going through some of my old stuff that were still in boxes when I moved to Sarawak. I told myself that I needed to get rid of some things, you know, de-clutter the house.

My buku catatan pengawas from when I was in form 2. Sorry Alan Chai I think I got you punished or something.

Saya hendak jadi saintis bila saya besar. Haha what was that.

This was my very first trophy. Won it when I was 7 I think, during a fashion show competition. Mum's idea. I was smokin in that Kiko dress and purple make up.

My kemahiran hidup project. The boys got to do some cool looking book racks, and all we got to do was a box.

Dirty notes from friends.

Basically, all I ended up doing was raid through every box and put everything back where they came from.

Well hello.

I'm back home now, to be the full time daughter and sister. My parents feed me so much I think we just made up a whole new meal that is in between breakfast and brunch, or something in between dinner and supper. My brother Justin is back too, so I no longer need the internet.

Before this I made a trip to Tawau. Things have changed ever since we moved, but the good food still remains. God bless Hing Lee sang nyuk mian.

And before this, I was sitting for my year 3 finals. I must say it wasn't the most dreadful exam I've had, but for some reason it got me to a point where I can now fit into pants that I wore when I was 15. I'm now 22 (not 25).

So back to the subject of the giant desert centipede, it has about 40 pairs of legs, the previous pair shorter than the one after to prevent it from falling. They also have a black coloured head and tail as part of their defense mechanism to confuse their predators. Cool eh?

Finals next week

and I'm sick. Can't you tell?

Here are the many interesting things that happen when I'm sick.

1. A study break becomes a break.

2. I get to watch the colour of my nasal discharge turn the full yellow spectrum.

3. Sent a throat lozenge flying out of my mouth when I sneezed and never found it again.

4. Eat really bland food when you're in the middle of a pms and all you want is to be useless and dramatic and fat. When you're sick you're just useless.

My Medicine lecture notes says untreated common cold lasts for 7 days, if treated it just lasts one week. If everybody knew this then doctors would be out of business. Then again, I don't think that statement is entirely correct.