Lack of posts

I haven't been updating lately due to exams and such.
And oh how I hate exams, I can’t even be the old last minute person I was before,
Every single exam, quiz, assignment, and test carries marks which will be later added on to the total mark of the finals.

So what's new?

1) I find my friends amusing because they go ghost hunting.
2) I am so not into ghost hunting.
3) The last thing I want to see are ghosts.

Oh dear ghosts, spirits, demons, anything not solid please continue to stay in your own realm and please please do not appear in front of me because I am not the type of person you would want to scare you know why? I tell you why,
-You know I am already afraid of ghosts so no matter how scary or drop dead gorgeous you guys are, the possibility is I am going to be afraid anyway, so why waste time scaring me?
-I don’t want to see you guys, there are millions out there wanting to get a glimpse of you all so appear in front of them and not me.
-If you guys get to scare people who think they are not afraid of you guys, isn’t that a bigger accomplishment than getting to scare a innocent human being like me whose already proclaiming that I am afraid even before meeting one of you guys.

I am assuming that spirits ghosts or what so are modern and they too, like reading blogs. Maybe, who knows a few of them is right behind me or you now reading too, I said maybe cause we can’t seem them right. Like they are translucent so I can’t see them, right. Yeah, right.

I have heard so many. Like so many kinds, varieties, versions of what you guys look like. But my own personal imagination of you guys is that you guys look just the same as me, it’s just that I can’t see you no more.

Talking about spirits, I have always told my mum that,
“Mummy, if you do die before me please don’t come back and haunt me no matter what, even if you really want to come back please don’t appear to me”
“Oh, Sarah, that’s what exactly I would do. And I am going to pull your blanket off while you’re sleeping if you don’t treat me well while I am alive”

Taking advantage of ones greatest fear is the EVILEST thing to do, but also the most fun to tease about. Well, that's life. :-)

It has been a long day and tiring day.

It has been a long and tiring day. I didn’t get enough of my beauty sleep yesterday as I turned in at only 3a.m after watching a movie. Today I had to rise up at 7 am so I was displaying my talent of sleeping with my eyes open for most of the lectures today.

So I just got home.
My house mate asked me if I was expecting any mail from anyone. No, I would love to receive snail mail from anyone, but I doubt that anyone knows my unit address.
It was an anonymous letter, and it wasn’t specifically addressed to anyone in our unit.
So we decided to open only to find this,



It says,

University apartment is apartment can making sex
So can you
If you think want sex
You can get it all desire sex
Satisfy at university apartment
When you going away to university apartment
In B.Beruang during the first visit to Malacca engine sex in university apartment is a desire master,
Your desire never satisfy till you sleep there making sex with university apartment.

My reaction:
I laughed because of the superb english displayed.

My comment:
Like what on earth, desperado if you want to have sex go find prostitutes and you can burn in hell with them.
Do not pollute our mail box with dirty cheap ideas you have in your mind.

There goes my long tiring day....

you make me wanna lala.

I must be living a meaningless life because I just don’t know what to blog about.
I don’t blog about extremely personal stuff so I blog about my daily life which is kinda dull.

My exam is next week and I am currently busy not studying, instead I am planning where to go for my holidays.

Any suggestions people?

I MUST STUDY.I MUST STUDY.I MUST STUDY.I MUST STUDY. I MUST STUDY.

bubble gum

I have been chewing bubble gum the whole of yesterday, blowed lots of bubbles, poked by my friends a dozen times, and now my jaw aches.

I can't even chew properly without feeling the ache.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!

For amusement, I'm gonna post up a really fat baby me.

I was a fat baby, poor mummy had to carry 3 over kilogrames of me in her belly... that's why, appreciate mothers.

I am so random.... sighhhhhh

Pieces of me.

Hallelujah! Class has ended and I am back in my room, my spirits arises every time classes finish for the day.

So I got back, grabbed my camera and took snapshots of random stuff.

My diet includes anything instant.
Anything not instant would be outside food, and that doesn’t make it healthier because I don’t know what exactly they chuck inside.
So basically I am on a really HEALTHY DIET. Oh yeah, I just had curly fries, fried chicken, onion rings and root beer for dinner yesterday. And kfc the day before yesterday. And McDonalds they day before before yesterday.
I had instant porridge this morning for breakfast.

Mushroom flavoured (not my cat, the saprofit living thing), and although it looked nothing like porridge before water was added in, it tasted really like porridge after 3 minutes. And to my amazement, the mushrooms tasted real, and there was even onions and carrots inside.



So for my daily diet, it’s really either instant, outside food which doesn’t make it any much healthier, or fast.


My shelf is a multi-purpose 3 tier shelf. It's my dressing table, my book shelf and also my pantry. As you can see, that's where i place my mirror too.

That was half an hour ago. Check out this picture.

This is not an edited picture, but a piece of my broken mirror. I was taking pictures of my reflection in the mirror and realised that my mirror was dusty, so naturally i took a piece of tissue paper and cleaned it. It crashed through the back of my shelf and broke into a thousand pieces.

I was helping him clean himself, and he committed suicide. So there are a few conclusions I could think of (I like summing things up)
1) He doesn’t like being cleaned up
2) He was tickled by the piece of tissue paper I used until he couldn’t stand it anymore thus jumped off the shelf
3) He wants me to waste money by getting another mirror

And number 4) which is most likely the reason why he committed suicide
- He couldn’t stand seeing my reflection in the mirror

Temperature rising.

The weather is killing me. It’s like so panas giler. I can find people swimming in the pool at 1a.m.
Maybe it’s because I ate durian on Monday, or maybe its just because the weather is memang hot. My friends and I went to the night market after dinner and we went fruit shopping.
We bought durians, mangoes and mangosteens.
The best part about Asia is the abundance we have in local fruit which I really love!

We were supposed to consume the fruits we bought that night itself,
Until one of my friends Navsh got into some trouble with his leg while playing football and needed to get some painkillers.
The thing was, it was already 12 a.m. No nearby clinics was open anymore, so the genius Qimy brought all 5 of us to the general hospital. And surprisingly, the general hospital was crowded. After his first general check up in counter one, they gave him a wheel chair. It was like so funny, because it was nothing serious, he could walk just limping. He was so embarrassed to sit on the wheel chair and was moving about and making so much noise, my friends on the other hand was behaving like paparazzi’s taking snapshots of him in the wheel chair.
I was there laughing my heart out. Until a malay women said,
-Kenapa kaki kamu ni dik?
-Takde lah, terseliuh.
- Kalau terseliuh duduk diam diam. Kalau tak nanti saya panggil doctor.

SO bengang. Hahahahhaha….he got number 1336. His turn came at 2 a.m.
And I was exhausted by the time we were done, but my friends were hungry so we proceeded to a mamak stall nearby our apartment.
Finally we got back nearly to 3a.m.
The next day I had class at 8a.m.

My phone battery was low, so I charged it.
I went to lie down on my bed and the next thing I knew was my roommate waking me up in a panicky way.
It was 8.10a.m.
I grabbed my jacket, brushed my teeth, washed my face.
And literally ran to class.
Reached class, and looked as if I endured a storm on my way there.
Nah, hopefully I didn’t look that bad.

But I did feel bad. I am miss punctual k. yeah right.
Moral of the story, my mum is still my best alarm clock!
She would wake me up in intervals an hour before a certain destined time,
I would find it very very annoying and turn out really grumpy.
She always calls me an old grumpy lady during mornings.
I miss my mum being annoying in a good way, and my dad making me milo and serving me with buttered bread with jam, and sending me to school every morning.
Gosh, I better not rack up my past before I get all teary again.
It’s time to be independent.

I love my roommate, she's like my second mother.
This morning she had class at nine, she said
"sarah, its nine o'clock now, you're class is at eleven, you can sleep till ten then you get up okay!"
She is so sweet. Thank god for blessing me with such kind people!

I always look forward towards the weekends.

Sarah’s favourite day of the week is, Friday!
That’s because she knows next comes Saturday and Sunday. (ya I know I’m a genius)

I had a hectic but pleasurable weekend.
The G-8 gang celebrated Annie’s birthday at Pizza hut, we went bowling and lastly Daytona.
BOWLING WHICH I SUCKED BIG TIME AT! I ranked last out of seven people, but at least I made the bowling longkang squeaky clean. I suck at Daytona too, I got second last. Sobs…
BUT one of the key principles in Baltes’s life-span theory is that development can be improved significantly with training and practice! Gosh, I feel so lame quoting some guy in human development.

Talking about human development makes me want to puke.
My lecturer was teaching about the different methods of giving birth, which includes caesarean, natural birth, abnormal birth positions and yada yada.
That was nothing until she showed us life video clips of people giving birth through different methods.
It was so disgusting. Like really disgusting. Like extremely extremely disgusting, till my vocabulary was narrowed down to on yuck, eiyeh, gross, and lots of ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
I know it’s part of life and all that, but guess what is one of the options I’m considering now, it is to not give birth and opt for adoption.
It’s like killing 3 birds with a stone,
-I get to have a child.
-I get to help bring up a less fortunate baby.
-I won’t have to endure pain.
I need not worry about stuff like oh, my baby is adopted so I won’t feel the attachment and all that.
I got attached to my cat in like 2 days and treated him like my own baby.
But on the other hand, I do want to see what my baby would look like.
So maybe I’ll have my own and adopt too. ( I know I’m so indecisive)
Gosh, I think so far la.
Sarah you got more important things to ponder about!
It’s all the giving birth clips fault, and my teacher is going to show us clips of the whole process in the next lesson, including the contraction period and all that. What is she trying to do, scare the hell out of me and discourage me from giving birth I think.

Oh yeah, I cut ¾ of my locks yesterday.
I feel lighter although I do miss the long length of my hair. sobs...