I was on Facebook, again and i saw Bryan's Note. I opened it and out came some hilarious test thingy. i did it and it just broke me off in hysteria. this is my third time doing this quiz. the first two are on facebook. check it out, do it yourself. laugh out loud (: and meanwhile, i was stunned at what Ben, Clem and Joseph did (: check out my profile, scroll down to: Karen joined the group Manchester United. and yeah. i was just completely stunned at the comments. i didnt believe that clem and ben would ever get that sweet but yeah it melted my heart knowing that they stood up for me without me even knowing it. and that was only last night (: man i just feel like jumping up and throwing them a big hug in a million thanks. its really sweet. never really thought anyone would ever do that for MEEE. but yeah read it. its sweet.
THIS IS THE TEST> DO IT>
Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Check Yes Juliet
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Without Me
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Petrified
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Take Me Away
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Lifestyles Of the Rich And The Famous
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Say It Right
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
This Aint A Scene Its An Arms Race
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Catch Your Wave
WHAT IS 2+2?
Breathing
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Whats New Scooby Doo (THEME)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Ocean Avenue
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Forever
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Perfect
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
When Im Gone
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Leave It All To Me
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Hips Dont Lie
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Disturbia
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Man Eater
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Shut Up
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Im With You
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Somewhere I Belong
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
My Name Is
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Dirty Little Secret
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
I Dont Care
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
The Simpsons Theme
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Cookie Jar
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Uptown Girl
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Thunder
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
My Band
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Untitled
quote of the day: easy for you to say. im not like the others.
really beautiful and horribly ugly. i just read like 101 pages of this new book i got from the library the last time i went with crys. still have 3 other books to finish. i read bout half of this book called "Drive" i think. its bout car thieves from this family called the Crockers i think. i forgot like most of it already since i left for KL last week. then i was too tired to carry on reading. so i left the book at my other house. so yeah. i can sure use the chinese saying now. "ban tu er fei." lol. so yeah.
lets start this up. just not today.
books are due on the 10th, so i need to be on "book-rush" immediately when i come back from YC. leaving for the best camp ever next monday. and now ive realised that FB can get so boring, im done with quizzes, games, GEO CHALLENGE (in which i owned my friends in with a high score of 9100+), bowling (in which i suck at it now. i used to top. and now i'm like knocked out of the top 3 even.), KNIGHTHOOD (which just takes forever for my buildings to upgrade and expand). so yeah. im sick of FB. need to find new things to do. i got the whole geo challenge all memorized so much that the countries and cities that come out are all like so easy i get bored after 3 seconds of suitcase shuffle.
leave it alone. stop hassling me.
why is it that so many activities are crammed in for my like one after the other? take KL for example. after coming back, just 4 more days till the next thing going on: YOUTH CAMP. then after youth camp, i'm leaving for PENANG on the 11th, which only gives me a week's gap, to pack, relax and get my laundry done. and i still have loadsa them to do on sunday cuz i want my BIG tees for YC. so yeah.
a high-percentile family. its lonely.
my dirty little secret. it ends tonight. move along. addicted to them. completely insane over chocolate. sigh.... last night's episode of ghost whisperer was pretty cool. mom turned off the tv at like 10.30. ugh. i so wanted to watch it and she just went on and on bout ghosts that will haunt me. then i just flared up and said: "mom. there are no such things as ghosts. its just a series where a girl talks to human beings. relax mom. i dont get nightmares. WHY CANT YOU JUST UNDERSTAND??" so yeah. i flared. mom flared. she slammed the tv shut.
the joy of the tater tot.
so yeah. tonight i have some party goin on? not really a party. just a celebration for my new nephew's 1 year old birthday. waaaaaahhhhh. so yeah. what to do? aunt called last night to remind my mom in the middle of my show? well not really my show literally. like my favourite tv show in the middle of the night. not really middle of the night. like the show that comes just before bedtime which is either 11 or 12.
you are the only one that needs to know.
i like that smile of yours. its so addictive. i love you. always and forever. wish me all the best for drumming this sunday and for YC on monday. jess picking me up to go drumming? ooh thats fancy. damn. so yeah. 7.15 i'll be drumming away yeah? prayers will definitely be welcomed. just dont come to the studio with a pumpkin on your head, singing: "Girls don't like boys girls like cars and money. Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny!" i'll just be so stunned. stunned like how stunned my friends are when they see what i wear to a pool party of my best friend. well yeah.
indistinguishable. thats just not the word for me.
quote of the day: a traveller's cheque is a key to another world.
THE FIRST DAY; BAGGING.
not my exact preference for the perfect cup of tea. one piece of advice, do not travel heavy. minimize the number of clothes, reduce the number of long sleeves and winter wear even if you're going to the north pole. trust me. climbing a hill aint so dramatic as it seems. my mom told me that it would be freezing. so into my suitcase went a cardigan, a black sweater, and a cotton giodano orange tee. so i chose like shirts, mainly black-based, 2 pairs of skinny-fit jeans (black and denim blue), and a pair of low-rise shimmer jeans (my favourite). i popped in a skirt, bought from spain, that looked like a scottish kilt, was pale blue. (smiles). then i threw in a pair of grimy old running shoes, the ones i wore to cross country crap. then my mom came through the door to my room and put beside me a pair of her shoes. what now? then i was like: "yeah?" then she was like: "mind if i bunk in?" and i was like: "cant you put it in your suitcase with dad?" so the convo went on and on and i just am too bored to slam down on my keyboard with. so yeah i had to put her shoes in my perfectly organised suitcase. the reason was that dad just didnt know how to pack his things and occupied most of the suitcase, leaving mom a small fraction. how awesome.
SECOND IN LINE; THE TAKE-OFF.
what goes around goes back around. so the flight. yeap it was SQ106 i think. woke up in the morning at like 4.30? oh my god. complete hazardous. hair explosion, and i was just dragging my feet around the house, blindly looking for food. so my dad said he'll get me breakfast at the airport, in which i was looking forward to a nice frappucinno from starbucks. heard there's a new flavour or something so i decided to check it out. after the taxi ride to terminal 2, i settled for a nice cold frappucinno in which my mom was eyeing angrily (p.s. she detests anything cold.) so yeah i also had a potato salad. which was a wierd breakfast for me cuz i dont usually take veggies for breakfast but yeah. so blah blah blah we walked to the departure hall, all ready to check in and all that crap. but something happened to us. well not us, but my dad. his PR was expired. it was like bozo-ed like last year in june but since he didnt travel from then till now, he wasnt notified. so crap. WHAT TO DO???? well so lucky enough, the amazing police people in uniform saved the day! so yeay to them. we got the express check it straightaway without the hassle of queing up again.
THIRDLY. MOST SINCERELY. BOARDING.
you know when you get to the gate thing you have to pass through this luggage scan and all that crap business. and apparently my dad was silly enough to put his toiletries in his hand luggage bag thingy and carried it with him. cuz normally he would just pop them into the big bag that gets checked in when we get the tickets. but he took them out this time. like for all the how many trips we've made, this is the first time his switched off mind did so. and in that bag contained his aftershave, his shaving cream and his electric razor as well as his darling scissors that he takes with him on every trip for some reason. and that some reason is so that incase we need to cut something, his darling scissors will be of use. and he should know at least that all his stuff are made of liquids and that you arent supposed to take with you more than 100 ml of liquid on board. my bottle of water was taken away. so my dad's stuff were all taken away, and his shaving cream and all that crap went through the thrash. so he obviously had to get new ones when we reach KL. so when we were in the waiting room, waiting to board the plane, my dad kept cussing the whole time so much so that the guy seated across him was giving the: "you are so not civilized" look. and people kept staring at me while i tried to console him and prevent him from calling himself an asshole. it was so obscene. embarrassing moment for me. my mom didnt really care cuz all she was doing the whole time was pray pray pray that the flight will go smoothly. so when the started calling out the seat numbers and all that like who to board first like: business class take blah blah blah door and first class so on and so forth. then when they called the seat numbers for economy classes. they called the back rows first and the already pissed off dad just said to me: "lets go." and i was like: "dad its only for those with infants and first and business classes to board. cant we wait a while?" then he was all: we can tell them that you're a kid. now c'mon. move." so i was like: "maybe we should wait.." then he started saying things like: "wuzzermatter? they wont let me board cuz its not my seat number? jeez. who cares?" so my mom and i grabbed our stuff and headed off. and my dad went past the queue straight into through the door and i was like: "sorry. woops. sorry." to the people who were angrily staring at us. another embarrassing moment. so yeah. who cares? we still got onto the plane all the same right?
FOURTH TO GO. THE FLIGHT.
it was much better than i expected and my mom just had the stupid issue of having to make a bathroom trip every time she catches sight of one. must be something psychological i suppose. so the flight went really smoothly. no turbulence or any crap like that. so it went awesome. and my dad just kept going on and on bout him being cursed and all while i was filling up the arrival forms on board. so i asked my dad a few questions regarding the slip and he was all: "why? they wont let me arrive cuz im not a singaporean or PR and they will send me back to England again?" and i was like telling myself: "okay no more questions. will you just shut up?' so yeah. it went on for quite some time. so yeah. we landed into a beautiful airport. the new terminal.
FIFTH ON TRACK. LETS JUST GET THIS MESS SORTED OUT.
so yeah me and my dad waited for my mom in the bathroom. i caught sight of adidas, dropped in to check it out. yeah it was pretty cool. normal, yet cool. the bags weren't that special. but the shoes were pretty normal for an airport store. so yeah after my mom got out, we were trying to figure out where the baggage claim department was. so the funniest thing was where we went through this gate thingy, following my dad's lead (p.s. he's like a roman brick road builder, always going straight in front, never turning or looking back.), so we landed in some other gate, which was the flight going to London. and my dad was all: i think we have to scan our stuff before we get out to the baggage department. so me and my mom were like all: "are you sure this is the right place? i dont think its here." but my dad was so sure of himself that we wasted our time scanning our bags in and when we got to the end of the machine, my dad looked through the glass doors and saw people all seated, as if they were waiting for a flight. so my dad asked one of the officers there and he was like: "where's the baggage claim thing?" then they were all: "BAGGAGE CLAIM? HUH? baggage claim?" and they all broke off laughing. so my dad gave that blur look and turned back to me and said: i think they must be all joking. never mind. i'll ask the officer at the desk." so we walked over and before my dad could ask the same question, the officer, looking all huge and BIG, said: "may i have your boarding passes, Sir?" and she gave us a stare like we were all terrorists and all. so my dad took out the torn boarding passes that we had from singapore to KL and the officer looked at us suspiciously again and went: "no sir, THE BOARDING PASSES FOR THE FLIGHT TO LONDON!!!" and me and my dad just froze there and we were like: "LONDON???" at each other and so my dad asked again: "where's the baggage claim department?" the lady chuckled and said: "you're at the wrong place, sir, this is the gate for the flight to London." so the very embarrassed dad just wanted to hide his face at the look of his actions. so we walked off laughing at my dad for being such a goon. so then i came to the rescue and led the way. so we figured that we had to take the LRT to the other terminal where our bags were. so in the train me and my mom were like totally laughing and teasing my dad for being such a total idiot.
SIXTH ON THE LIST. AFTER GETTING OUR BAGS, GETTING A CAB, HEADING OFF TO THE HOTEL.
so yeah. the cabbie drove at 130 km/h to the hotel. and my dad once again was cussing and swearing at the driver silently for getting out of the airport with an empty tank in the taxi. the drive was cool. like a slow roller coaster on the ground.
NUMBER SEVEN. THE HOTEL.
the Concorde Hotel Kuala Lumpur. my choice, my booking, my mom's credit card (:
AFTER SEVEN YOU HAVE EIGHT. UNPACKING.
i love my room. i love the tv. everything was cool apart from the no MTV.
LET IT ROCK. AND YOU GET NINE UP YOUR SPINE. SHOPPING.
bought an adidas bag. it was a cool shade of brown and i had a hard time deciding from white or brown cuz my dad kept going: "white is nicer. but it gets dirtied easily. brown is more trendy. but i still think you should get the white. on second thought, the brown looks more trendy. no. get the white. never mind. its your bag. you choose. just get the brown." i was like: -.- and he was like: "Karen, you take my breath away." after looking at the price tag. it was RM 200 and i was like: "its only a hundred bucks." and my mom was like: "you have expensive taste huh?" so my dad started his cool attitude when it comes to buying things and said: "its a holiday. let her buy what she wants." so in my heart i was sneering at my mom for making that comment yet hugging my dad for saying that to me (: but another funny thing was that my dad did a mental calculation on the change he would receive and so called out-smarted the cashier in a way cuz all the poor guy at the register had to say was: "yeah. thanks." so after that crooney moment at the store, i walked past this whole so called "space" filled with computers and apparently, it was a challenge game amongst geeks who play world of warcraft: dota? boring. so my mom was like: "look at the youngsters nowadays." then she sighed. then i just had to tell her: "mom, its a strategy game." and she was like: "but still...." then my dad interrupted by saying: "so, you want anything to eat?"
I WISH I COULD BE AS GOOD AS YOU. TEN MEN. A HORRIBLE DINNER.
the reason why i titled this paragraph with a horrible dinner is cuz it was horrible. not exactly the food was all that horrible but i had to walk half an hour to this restaurant that my mom said was: "only a short 15 minutes away." yeah. it was like hell. and if you see my FB album bout KL, you would see this pic of rubbish out of a thrash can. yeah. this is KL. but seriously. Berjaya Times Square was more of a "fake stuff" retailer on the whole. like they can get away with a whole store of adidas bags that are just leather material with the logo printed on it, and sell 'em for RM 10 bucks. not my kinda thang. i go for the real thang or no thang at all. so yeah this place was called the royal china restaurant. wow. some big deal indeed. my dad was complaining bout the food all the time. he said that he wouldnt walk all this far just for a crappy old place like that. i totally agreed. the walk was horrible. it was warm for a time like that and the walk was like across streets with no pedestrian crossing or anything. even though i am a frequent jay-walker, i just hate the traffic there. you have cabbies swerving past you like almost immediately, leaving you a 2 inch gap from survival. so yeah. we walked through KLCC, with my navigation and observance that if we walked through the mall, we could save half the time walking a whole big road round it. so yeah the mall was so much better than Berjaya. they even had Crumpler, the store that had me looking forward to all this holiday. but i couldnt get another bag since i already have my adidas sling sitting beside my darling giraffe back at the room. so yeah, face it. my dad's not gonna agree to the price tags when he checks out the store if i shoved him in.
ELEVEN ON HEAVEN. BEDTIME.
so i was watching tv through the night cuz i wasnt the least tired at all. i just couldnt get to sleep cuz he was always on my mind. missed him so much. as i cuddled my giraffe, all it did was making me think of him doubly more. i just couldnt stop thinkin of his cool breeze that swept through me every time he was near. his smile just gave me the warmth that filled me up and blast me off into space. so i just hardly could rest my head that first night. so i got up, looked out of the window, smiled and went back to bed, smiling through the night, hugging my giraffe close.
BREAKFAST. BEFORE WE SET OFF FOR THE TWELTH TIME TO FRASER'S HILL.
so yeah we set off. i puked in the last few minutes of the ride up the hill. breakfast was great. had an omelette and some typical morning breakfast that no one would be eating. i guess. so yeah. i puked. i gasped at the old country styled hotel. it was the Ye Olde Smokehouse. beautiful. there was a main lounge, a library and blah blah. so we got the Owen Room. and my dad kept going on and on bout how it was such a coincidence that his favourite english player was Michael Owen who played for the England team. so yeah. i planned it way before hand when booking the rooms for my parents and myself for the whole trip. yeah i did all of that cuz my mom didnt want to call, my dad knows nothing about booking except for when it comes to a lovely dinner at the British Club for my birthday. so yeah. i did all the online booking cuz my mom doesn't know a thing bout online flight booking and hotel reservations. so still, all the stuff had to go through me. all my mom did was giving me her credit card and double checking the number on the screen before i submitted it.
THE WHOLE TRIP AT FRASER'S. AND BY NOW, I'M ALREADY THIRTEEN.
so yeah. the horse riding, mountain biking, archery and everything else were all under renovation. dammit. so yeah we had the privilege of afternoon scones at 3, a walk to a pathetic waterfall, two to be exact, one on top of the other, after a cool ride around the private bungalows in which my mom desperately wanted to check out. so the next time we make a trip down here, my mom says that we'll book one of these fancy places instead of a smokehouse with no private television. so yeah, i spent the whole time there watching MTV Boiling Points and the Suite Life of Zack and Cody (zach.....) so yeah. my parents actually laughed continuously at this episode of MTV Boiling Points. it has become my favourite show on MTV since. so yeah. the trip was horrible? i guess...
COMING BACK DOWN TO FOURTEEN. BACK DOWN TO KL.
so yeah. the trip down was lest horrible. i didnt puke. one reason was that i was in the front seat and that i didnt have egg or milk for breakfast. so yeah it was good. more pictures were rolling into the camera and we had a great time back in KL.
GIMME TIME. I WANT FIFTEEN CUPCAKES ON A SILVER PLATTER.
yeap. we were in a different room from before, but same hotel, facing the same view in the same direction. our previous room was 1116 and now its 1414. love the number. my favourite number doubled, and put together. like peas in a pod. okay. yeah so dinner was great. missed the old smokehouse back in fraser's, where my dad had non-stop complaining bout the services provided. the place where a conference was held in the dining room where we had to walk all round to our room since the dining room was our only connection to the cottage. so yeah back in KL. watched Daddy Day Camp on HBO. which was a camp version of the movie Daddy Day Care. competition as usual but different actors and co-stars. but horribly funny. taught me loadsa values to learn from too (:
SO YEAH. THE FLIGHT BACK HOME. HIT ME BACK AT SIXTEEN.
i got a present for madeline that once again took my parents' breath away but yeah its worth it for my best friends. its just so her. so yeah. the flight back was great. we got the express treatment once again. back home sweet home (: