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I'm in love! With Stella Im Hultberg. I'm only hoping that she wouldn't mind my declaration of love for her on my blog. Ha ha.

Stella is an artist in New York City. According to her website:

Stella is a painter and drawer living in New York City. Despite her background in industrial design and toy design, she has recently turned to a more personal and expressive kind of creating, showing her works at galleries since last year (2005). When she’s not drawing or painting, she likes to eat while thinking of more food to eat; search for the perfect cupcake; eat ice cream at the park; and just walk around her most favorite city in the world.

Stella's livejournal.
Stella's portfolio.
Stella's shop.

Gosh. I'm a little stalker, aren't I? ;)

HINT HINT!

I want the prints you see in a little picture compilation above.

I'm thinking that I want them all lined up, hanging on a wall in a corridor of my future house. Wouldn't they look so nice that way? That way I can walk along the corridor and admire each piece.

So. No more second guesses! Make me happy this halloween/christmas/new years/chinese new year/valentines/independence day/deepavali/birthday/anniversary/hari raya/monday/tuesday/wednesday/thursday/friday/saturday/sunday/labours day/cherry blossom season/etc etc etc.

You catch the drift. ;)

i do this sometimes

The other night, Mark was so tired and sleepy so I let him sleep in my room for a bit before letting him drive home. We initially planned to watch a DVD together but decided to leave it for another day.

He was tired cos of the workout we got from going to the driving range earlier that day.

I wasn't sleepy.. but decided to accompany him.

When I wriggled out of his arms, he would mumble, "Where did you go..." and then hug me again. So cute. Although I wasn't sleepy nor tired, I eventually fell asleep.

This was kinda embarrassing but sometime whilst I was sleeping and dreaming away, I think I started whimpering and crying in my sleep and maybe kicking about as well.

Mark got up and asked in a bit of a panic, "What's wrong??"

To which I mumbled a reply, "Oh nothing.. just.. bad reality..." and dozed back off into dreamland.

Haha. So malu. I talk in my sleep. Hahahahaha.

The next day when Mark came over again, I had to ask him what happened cos I think something happened but I couldn't remember.

Hehe. So malu.

Bad reality.. Mark kept laughing about it cos what was that supposed to mean. Haih. But I guess it's cos I've been having a rough couple of days. Nothing to worry about. Just stuff that makes me upset/stress/sad/hurt/panic.

Still funny though.

Although it can't beat what I said once in my sleep a long time ago.

Which was, "No Rudolph! Don't eat the strawberry flavoured cookiessss...."

I think I was saving Rudolph. I didn't really like strawberry flavour at the time and so I associated it with poison. Teehee.

the twisted mind of mine

Went for dinner at Pizza Hut just now.

Don't you just hate it when they run out of your order so they decide to take the liberty to change your order for you.

I despise it when that happens because I'm a very fussy eater. Much to the dismay of my boyfriend. Har har har.

Anyways, I ordered for a Stuffed Crust Island Supreme. I used to not like pizza hut pizzas until I discovered that one. *sniff sniff* Why didn't anyone ever tell me that this was one pizza I could eat? To think I've been missing out all those years.. anyways!

When my order came, it was not what I ordered. Not exactly anyway. There weren't any crabsticks on the pizza, and the bloody tuna was spicy! I can't take spicy food.

Don't care what you people might say about spicy food being nice. I just can't handle it, ok? Everyone has their own tongues. Mine just happens to be extra sensitive. So pfft!

So, I waved over one of the waitresses/supervisors (she had a diff uniform so I wasn't sure) and asked her what was this that they put on my table. Cos I ordered an Island Supreme and this sure didn't look like it.

Then she proceeded to say that they ran out of the toppings, yada yada yada. So I asked her why I'm seeing pizzas that are coming out of the kitchen much later than mine with the same toppings. So she told me that it's because those (the 4 flavors in 1) pizzas were on promotion so they were prepared before anyone placed any orders and mine was made when they got the order.

That's okay then. Then she keeps on going on and on, whilst I was trying to say something, mind you, about how it's not her fault and that all they did was change the toppings to have spicy tuna on it instead and that it's still the same. If not for the tuna and the crabsticks.

But damnit! Aren't those the main toppings?! You take those away, it's not the same pizza anymore!

Actually, what pissed me off most was that they didn't let me know that they ran out of the toppings and ask me if I wanted to have a different pizza instead before they decided to change the toppings themselves.

So my dad and I were like, "If you run out of something, you should tell your customers. Cos I/she don't/doesn't take spicy food. So this would only waste not only our time, but yours, as well as your resources."

Only in Malaysia do they do things like this.

So, I got them to change the pizza. Duh! What for I pay for something I can't eat?

But after that, my mood damn bad already lor.

I started glaring at every working in Pizza Hut. Cos this is all their fault. Not even just that. Before that, it was so hard to get any of their attention whilst trying to get one of them to come take our orders.

And also, I started imagining bad bad things like slicing the supervisors body with the knife or with a katana..

Or smashing her head in with the pizza pan..

Or throwing the pizza and rubbing it all over her shirt and then leaving.. and then maybe as I leave, the picks up the pizza pan and throws it like a frisbee aimed at my head but I'm better than that, and with my lighting fast reflexes I turn around and catch the pan a split second before it would hit my head and using the momentum from the pan, I spin around, and in an unexpected move, throw the pan like a frisbee back at the supervisor's head. It hits her with a loud KONK! and she falls to the ground. I turn back around to leave and as I leave, every other customer in pizza hut gets up to their feet and applaud my bravery. Before I am out of sight of the patrons, I turn around once again and give them a grateful bow and leave.

flabby fats and pained punaners

Was going through the files of pictures I got on my pc cos I was bored, again. And found these pictures that were taken ages ago!

This first picture was what my brother and I noticed was on the phone screen when the were listening to songs on the phone. Look at that! Hilarious or what.

Imagine someone dancing with their own flabby fats. Teehee. Doesn't that paint such a funny, disgusting , and disturbing mental picture?

This second picture is very special lar. Especially for Kym. Saw this very special looking cactus in Kym's house.

This would be one incredibly painful uh... experience. Haha.

Hahahahaha. Let's just pray and hope that no one would ever be that desperate.

in just one week

Just. So. Friggin. Cool.

walking along the shores of miri

Last Saturday, Mark and I went to take a walk by the beach. When we got there, it was crowded with people who were there to either participate in a jogathon or just to spectate and enjoy the booze coming later.

We walked together along the shore, hand in hand, with many runners going past. Once, we saw a guy dressed as a pirate running along complete with eyepatch, striped pants and striped shirt, a bandanna, and a sword. That was so cute.

We saw little kids also running. I envied their stamina. I'm sure the adults they were passing during the race did too.

As we walked and talked, a rainbow flew over our heads. We waved at the rainbow which waved back. Hehe. It was a guy who was parasailing with his rainbow coloured sails. He flew over us several times and waved each time. So did his friend who had a red sail.

I think I would love to try that one day. Flying up high in the sky. Woo. Scary. But fun.

We turned around once we thought we had gone far enough.

On the walk back, I decided to go barefooted and convinced Mark to do the same. =) I'm a hippie.

We went back, still holding hands, talking about such random things such as what would happen if the runners had their iPods with them and were listening to Crazy Frog on loop throughout the entire race. :P Or even better, what if we slipped on them an iPod and made them listen to Crazy Frog and somehow they never notice it on.

Hehehe.. they'll probably start running like mad. Hey, we're helping them win the race, 'aite.

There were a couple of young adults sitting in the mud, building their little own mud castles as we walked past them. They looked like they were into their mid-20s. Am amazed watching them play like that. And on their own too. They weren't talking to each other or helping one another build.

That was weird.

Not to mention that they looked at Mark and I funny too. Hmph.

For some reason, the walk back felt shorter..

oh how the mind wanders

Now where was I.. oh yes, the ponder.

I'm too lazy to continue.

I'm sure you're all smart enough to figure out why if a woman should consider putting family before career to not have consider it to be anti-feminism.


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I'm blogging from my friend's room. It's dark because the curtains are drawn and there aren't any lights on. She's currently sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Totally unaware of what I might be doing. LOL.

She's funny. She's actually got this really fantastic queen sized bed in her room but she chooses to sleep on a mattress on the floor instead. Hmm.. but now that I think about it.. the floor is more comfy. Because it is closer to the ground, it's softer, and smaller makes it just right.

Darn. Hey, I could actually do that if I wanted to. Cos I too have a queen sized bed in my bedroom plus extra mattresses leaning against the wall just in case we have guests that want to sleep over.

Nah, I adore my bed too much to do something like that to it. Haha.

I have a lecture in 15 minutes which I feel too lazy to go to. But I guess I should. Heh. Yes, let's torture ourselves for 2 hours, ya?

Horrid! It's a Saturday and I have classes. Usually I only have one lecture from 12 to 2, but it usually finishes at 1pm so that's fine. I don't mind that much cos it's not taking too much of my weekend away from me.

Yes, my weekends are precious to me. But today, I have this replacement lecture for Mechanics. Urgh. And he had scheduled it to start at 2.30 till 4.30. 2 hours!!! 2 hourrrrssss!

2 hours of my weekend, stolen!

Hurmph. And my previous lecture finished at 1.. which gave me 2 and a half hours of just waiting for our next torture session.

Okay, enough complaining.


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I had sardines and scrambled eggs bread for breakfast.

I'm hoping it won't do something bad to me. =( Cos it doesn't sound like it would be a good combination.


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Okay, fine fine fine. I'm going now. Y'all have yourselves a good weekend.

I'm gonna try redeem my own.

the song i mentioned before

Here's the Hawthorne Heights song, Decembers, if you haven't listened to it yet.

Don't be lazy. Click on play! Play being the little triangle that looks like it's down on it's side.

we'll ponder more on this later, kids

What makes a woman ambitious?

Is it how she willingly walks into a man's world alone?

For example, being the engineer, going on oil rigs for weeks on end, and coming home bringing the bread?

How about if she chooses to stay on doing what for centuries men thought the only reason for a woman's being?

Staying at home, raising children?

Would she be considered any less ambitious? Any less brave? Any less intelligent?

syiok shock

Did I tell you? Obviously I didn't.

Yesterday was a public holiday in Brunei. Something about the anniversary of the Quran, if I'm not mistaken.

Anyways, Mark planned to come back down to Miri on that day since it would be his birthday too.

Not to mention that he wanted to bring his Japanese friend around Curtin campus since his friend was interested in maybe undergoing a course to get another degree. Maybe.

So, he went back to Brunei on Sunday, and worked on Monday.

It wasn't confirmed whether or not he would be coming back to Miri on Tuesday.

So, that Monday afternoon, I messaged Mark asking if he would be coming back.

He replied saying that he's sorry that he could not.

I, of course, was disappointed but I expected him to stay back in Brunei anyway cos his parents told him not to come back to Miri, since it was only a one-day holiday, it's just gonna be a bit of a rush.

I replied his message, asking him what he had planned on doing the next day instead since he wouldn't be able to come back down to Miri.

I was upstairs in my room at the time. Just sitting down on my bed replying his message. I had just sent my message when someone rang the doorbell.

I was not expecting anyone so I did not bother getting up from my bed. Someone else is gonna get it. That person just wouldn't be me.

Then I heard my dad calling from the foot of the stairs, "Kim!"

I got up from bed with an urgh, what now and started trudging down the stairs.

Guess what I found at the foot of my stairs?

Evil stupid Mark.

I couldn't contain my suprise though and exclaimed, "Oh my... what the hell are you doing here??!"

"Suprise," was all he said.

Sometimes.. I think my boyfriend may not be as clueless as I think he is.

today marks the day

Today is my sweet angel's birthday. Haha. And I think that's the first time I've ever called him my sweet angel. He's 23 now, still a big baby but I still love him so.

Happy birthday, baby..

It's amazing being with someone this long..
Sure, call me sakai la..
I don't mind. I know I am.

I never said anything about this but when we first agreed to only last a month, I felt sad but I decided not to be because if a month is all I'm gonna get, I'm gonna make the best of that one month. But towards the end of it, you said, "Maybe we'll let this go on a bit longer..." and that made me so happy.

It's silly to fall for someone because it makes a person ditzy, shy, blush, giggle, as well as walk on air. Not to mention that it's embarrassing for someone who doesn't even fall for guys so easily.. to have been easily reduced to that.

Am I talking about me though? Hehe. Who knows.

It's embarrassing to still feel that way sometimes.. but.. *blush* ... it feels good.

It's hard to say what that feeling is.. but here are a couple of songs that for me managed to encapsulate that feeling..

Sade - By Your Side

When you're on the outside
Baby, and you can't get in
I would show you
You're so much better than you know
When you're lost, you're alone
Can't get back again
I will find you
Darlin' and I'll bring you home


Team Sleep - Ever (Foreign Flag)

You make that dance look so new
And I'm in awe
A face like you've never seen
I'm yours tonight


Hawthorne Heights - Decembers

You don't have to speak because I can hear your heartbeat
Fluttering like butterflies searching for a drink
You don't have to cover up how you feel when your in love


Jack Johnson - Better Together

I believe in memories
They look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when, and when I wake up,
You look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
And there is no, no song I could sing
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing,
We're better together

Happy anniversary too, silly..

... *blush*

malaysian public service announcements

I don't mean to be bitchy or anything. But I noticed that the latest PSAs that has been churned out by the Public Service Department have been really demeaning if you take a good look or listen at it.

They have been demeaning to women especially.


First PSA (may not be specifically correct)

Man #1: Aiyoh.. my wife ah.. everytime shopping..
Man #2: Yalah. And they always take so long!
Man #3: That's why I always tell my wife... choose smart and buy.
Man #4: Yes, wives should learn how to choose smart, pick good quality, pick best price and buy!
Man #2: Hahaha. Then we won't have to wait so long either!
Narrator: Choose smart, pick good quality, go for best price, then buy. Shop smart.

So ignorant! That is what we call gender discrimination.

And what? Wouldn't have to wait so long? Eh, hello?? If you want us to really look for the best quality, the best price, before we purchase anything, it'd take longer.

What pisses me off is that it showcases a group of men making assumptions and thinking that they're better than the fairer sex.

Isn't it already known anyway that men are the ones who are actually the more thrifty shoppers? Not to mention that they spend more too?


Second PSA (may not be specifically correct either)

Wife: Aiyah.. this Syabas water company so useless. Everytime got something wrong!
Husband: Don't be like that.. Don't you know? Syabas is currently undergoing blablabla and is trying to fix its problems so that things would be better in the future.
Wife: Oh.. heh heh.. oh okay.. thank you Syabas!

Okay, so that may not really be a PSA but it still pisses me off. This is because Miss Wife was just speaking her mind and after one single sentence from so-called husband, she quickly changes her mind as if she's a mindless zombie that just needed to be reprogrammed.

She couldn't support her claims and how quickly she changed her attitude towards the company just because her husband thought of the company otherwise. It sounded as if she is too afraid of confrontation and is unable to think for herself and that she just doesn't want her husband to be angry at her.

I just hate that she had to act so weak and that she has to potray a total pushover.

Sheesh. Malaysian PSAs.

So lacking in creativity and so unconcerned about what else they might be saying.

curtin carnival and two boys birthdays

Since I feel very much like slacking tonight.. I guess I would blog about my weekend.

I woke up late on Saturday. At about 10am. Okay, so it's not that late by teen standards but I felt like it was late since lately I've been having to wake up at 8am for classes.. actually.. 7am to get ready for classes but I've been running late this whole entire week. I don't know what's wrong with me. I keep waking up later than planned and being so very deaf to my morning alarms. Sleeping right through them and all.

Ah, anyways, I was practically like a blob that didn't get enough sleep when I woke up although I think I did. So I slittered around the place before taking my shower at 12pm. Hee.

Mom brought my siblings and I out for lunch since I didn't have any breakfast. We all went to Grand Palace Hotel for some dimsum which we didn't get to finish because halfway through the meal, my little sister threw up. Yups. She has been sick the whole week. Poor thing. Lucky thing though. I managed to fill myself up before we had to leave.

Sent my two siblings home then went out again to get the cars washed. My mom and I anyway. Urgh. It took them so long to finish washing the cars. I felt like I was gonna lose my mind. My head started spinning because I couldn't take sitting there any longer. Yes, I'm someone who fidgets around a lot because I don't like staying in one place for long periods of time.

Although the hours I spend in front of the computer says otherwise. Ha!

Anyways, I was supposed to pick up my brother and my cousin after I got the car washed at 3pm. I went to get the cars washed at 2pm. But they only finished washing the cars at 3.40pm.

AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

So, rushed to pick the both of them up and rushed right to Curtin. From the carpark, I could hear a song that my friend, Derek's, band was playing. And I promised him that I would be there to record his performance so that he could send the videos to his girlfriend. He would be playing the bass. Mweh. First time ever seeing him perform in public.

Anyways, good thing was that they only just started. It wasn't a very bad performance, btw. Pretty good too actually if compared to other bands that have played in the past for the carnival.

My good friend, Derek, whom we always make fun of for looking like a chinese pop star. Muahaha.

And you know what he said? "Wah! Kim! You're wearing a skirt lah. Come come. Must take picture this!" and then he turns to a friend standing beside me, "Eh, you know ah.. this girl.. very rarely wears skirt! Help help take picture for me." :D "Hehehe."

There was another performance after that by the Otaku Club president which got me going: ~_~

Man. That girl is delusional. The Otaku Club is a new club in Curtin of which consists of members that are crazy about manga, anime, cosplay and the like.

Aaron first told me about her when he said that she came over during orientation week to introduce the club to the new students. During her presentation, she put on a false anime voice which Aaron said, scared him. I don't blame him. And then he said that at one point during her presentation, the person who was helping with the slides forgot his cue and didn't change it.

So at that moment, she turned around, and said in her normal voice in a garang way for him to change the slide. And then when she turned about around, she became all animated again. Whoa. How fake is that? :D

No offense to other Otaku Club members. I showed Mark later that night the video I took of her performance and all, he told me that he knows that girl cos she was new the time he was a SOAR Advisor and said that she doesn't really think much before she speaks or acts which is I guess the reason for her being deluded. :D

I'm SO mean. *punches air* But at least I didn't put up a picture, mmmkay?

Didn't stay long because I had a dinner to attend later that night. What's the occasion you ask? The celebration of two birthday boys. One of them being Mark. The other being my dad.

Yes, shocked? Hahahaha. Their birthdays are only a day apart too.

Gah. The coincidence. My mom decided to arrange a special dinner for the both of them. People present were, my family, cousin Greg's family, and Mark.

Things said over dinner:

Cousin Greg: Why is a suckling pig called a suckling pig ah?
Dad: Because the pig is young and is taken away as it is still at its suckling stage.
Cousin Greg: Oh. Then why is pecking duck called pecking duck leh? Its taken away when its at its pecking stage? Heh heh heh..

Mark: Eh, what if it's called pecking pig and suckling duck?
Kim: ??? Can pigs peck and ducks suck?? *duh*

Mark: How do you tell the difference between a female and male catfish?
Cousin Greg: The females don't have misai!
Everyone: -_-"

Suckling pig.


Pekking duck.

When the food came out, everyone whipped out their camera phones and started taking pictures.

Oh gawd. Sakai lalu. :D

Anyways, this is Mark and I later that night.

He doesn't like being kissed.


I don't like being kissed and poked.


Aren't we tres adowable? Hee.

the introverted extrovert

In a day, I've been described as two different extremities. One, being quiet and alone. Two, being popular and sought after by boys.

I believe the first one. But the second? Hah.

Kinda funny.. how some people comment on how whenever they walk around with me, they always see me being stopped by so many people just to chat and so many others who would wave and say hello to me.

But it's sad too.. cos you might actually find me walking the hallways alone most of the time.

And in class, I tend to end up sitting alone only because I'm too shy to sit next to someone else. I don't want to sit next to someone who might actually hate my guts or something. Though, I don't know if anyone really does hate my guts.. but yes, I'm paranoid that way.

There have been noted observations from other parties who have labeled me as an introverted extrovert. I'm quiet unless I'm in the right situation where I tend to let it all go and then I'm almost an attention whore.

Almost.