hey-ho cheerio, la-di-da-di-dum.

whoops... i hadnt realised it's been more than a week since i last posted... not till M and S reminded me that my poor blog/journal's been lying stagnant and untouched for these past days...
first off, if anyone's waiting for an account of a particular day in february (i assume you know what i'm referring to XD)... sorry ladies, sorry gents... my lips're sealed. nyeh. XD

and aahhhhhh... numbers (and them blasted formulas) are simply the bane of my existence. however much biopysch drives me up the wall and kills my brain cells, nothing, absolutely nothing shakes me up as much as the though of math. especially when it comes in statistical forms that make no sense to me whatsoever. so this time round, if i can pass, wonderful. if otherwise, i'll just have to work my bottom off just so i can at least pass, or die trying. i refuse to entertain any thoughts of failing. 'tis simply unacceptable.

the sum of it all's that i spent the past week either slogging through textbooks and slides for the midterms, or dragging myself through a litany of assignments. i'm exaggerating, mind you, but hell, it was draining. time apart from that, i spent reading mushy romance novels that do nothing to nourish the mind, but offers me some respite from brain-cell-murdering words and theories and formulas and whatnot. have i ever thought about why i enjoy romance so much? its just the whole mass of variation i can find in there. not so much the plots; they always start with either intense attraction or intense dislike between the characters. things happen, problems arise, la-di-da-di-da, problem solved, and happily ever after. where's the variation then, you say? oh, there is, to be sure. its all in the dialogue. i love the banter between the characters, witty, clever sayings that tease the mind. i happen to have a strong liking for puns and word play; subterfuge in a conversation adds some spice. hence, my fascination.

gosh, if it isnt nearly 2am. if i'm keeping erratic hours, i blame my internet connection. i havent signed online chat in ages, and these days i dont even bother to try anymore. instead, i've been trying to turn in early these days, i do. goodness knows, it isnt quite the thing to fall asleep during dr G and miss Y's classes. and deuce take it, the panda rings around my poor sorely abused eyes're starting to get to me, if my poor pale ravaged face is any indication to the lack of sleep. good morning, everyone. i'll see you in 12 hours or so.

recovery from the infernal virus. *cough*

been coughing my lungs out for the past few days... it aint fun having fever, sore throat, cough and flu all at the same time, i tell ya. near had me bedridden, and the aircon didnt do me no good at all... the first day, thank goodness the jester was around... i'd probably have not recovered as quickly, were it not for him... the second day was spent mostly in bed too, nursing the horrid temperature. (i'm sorry we had to miss red cliff... (><) ... its times like these that i miss mum awfully... the other two'd gone home, so i had to eat in... since i didnt feel like eating noodles, i made myself instant porridge... and was promptly reminded of mum's beautifully cooked porridges from home... sigh... when was the last time i actually had a proper bowl of real, home cooked soup?

in any case, saturday night, i joined my aunt's family for dinner. it was pretty fun to be among kin again, with the usual healthy dose of good natured bickering and friendly pot shots we were shooting at each other. especially with the little girl on the threshold of teenagehood... to hear her stories is to reminisce our own, and i noticed everyone smiling knowingly when she professed extreme disgust for a certain goony classmate. ahh, the times.

speaking of food... this year, i got to partake of the yee sang tradition thrice... first time in Chyna with dad and his friend, second time during our gang lunch get-together (was it on friday? yes, it was), and the third time with my aunt's family. there was supposed to be a fourth round in one of our homes, but it went forgotten, since we were too full to bother. just in case anyone doesnt know what yee sang is, its a lucky dish for CNY, with a an assortment of pickled and dry condiments that the whole table mixes up together, for good luck. you'll find sesame seeds, pomelo pips, pickled ginger, colourful crispy coloured strands (red and green), jellyfish strands, cracker bits, and raw salmon slices seasoned in lemon juice. add sesame oil and plum sauce; voila, ready to lou (mix)!

i noticed one other thing... gambling seems to be a favourite past time for CNY here... as far as i know, my circles back home dont indulge in such a fashion... we favour conversation and small talk more... but here, my gang got into their games at one of our homes right after our luncheon, and i believe someone did walk away a few ringgit richer at the end of the session. lol.

our sunday home-hopping was punctuated with a few sessions too; the first two homes were untouched, merely good clean bluff and heart attack. the real action started in a certain someone's den of iniquity, where alchohol showed up, and money started creeping out of wallets... hahahaha... we ended the day at the jester's, with four of the gang playing rounds of texas poker.

i must confess i dont understand card games, apart from simple ones for the express purpose of merriment. it probably has to do with my nature of not liking to take risks; many games require a cool head and sharp intuition, as well as the daring to take calculated risks. none of these attributes have i. it's a good thing i find neither amusement nor solace in gambling then, or i'd be as poor as could be, indeed.

raindrops were falling on my head...

...but that doesnt mean my eyes will soon be turning red, nor my nose runny, nor my throat sore... (i know of someone who'll be giving me his =.= look if he sees this. heehee. XD)

after a tiring new year, (no, that was no holiday) i'm back here in my box, high up in the heart of kay elle city. just after disembarking from the plane, i was remarking how different the weather was from kuching; its been raining daily since way before CNY back over there. so after a few days of deliriously cool and chilly weather there you can imagine my dismay when i stepped out the plane just to encounter the burning rays of the sun piercing through my jacket.

strangely though, the weather took a complete turnabout at about 5-ish. first, i heard thunder rolling, not too far a distance away, but i dismissed it as the rumblings of a false promise, so two of us blithely strolled to mcd for dinner and took our sweet time grocery digging at giant's. however, at 8-ish, two of us noticed with dismay that the rains'd started pouring heavily. neither of us were inclined to run in the rain, so we decided to head back to mcd's for a round of coke and ice cream to wait it out. and so, back we went. ice cream ordered, coke ordered. talk, talk, talk. finished coke, finished ice cream. the heavens poured on. in the end we made our minds to make a dash for it, and were giggling and laughing like mad while running helter skelter through the rain. i quote my companion: 'let this be one of those stupid things you do in university.' i agree. XD. amidst complaints about how the rain'd ruined our hair and clothes (R-lliteration) we reached the boxes, and that was the end of that little night adventure. hahaa...

i miss my dog. i cant put the pitiful expression on his face when i walked out the front door and he knew he couldnt follow out of my mind. i recall the heartbreaking sound of his whining and whimpering; i cant help but feel a little tug on my heart when my mum tells me of how he searches for me in my room, in the study, then climbs up back into my room to mope when he cant find me. i want to experience again the joy of having him greet me at the doorstep when i come home, with his wildly wagging tail tickling my feet, his body wriggling all over me, excited yips of happiness and lots of licking to tell me how much he missed me; the helpless laughter and feeling of not knowing whether to laugh or cry when i open the toilet door to see his two front paws wet and hopelessly dirtied right after i've given him a bath. or falling asleep in my own bed with him curled up into a warm furry ball against my back. sigh. poor boy. i'll be back soon, okay? it's just a few more months.

what sweet irony. when i'm here, i miss the little guy back home, that wriggly mischiveous little ball of fur that i cant stop talking about when i'm here. yet, when i'm back there, all i want to do is come back here, for the sound of another voice, the sight of another face. either way, wherever i am, i'll be missing someone hard (and vice versa). what's a girl to do? double sigh.