unpacked.
packed.
going off again tomorrow.
miss me.
buh bye.

Back from camp

Sooo tired..
And I can't believe Blogger locked my blog.
Just because I made lots of scheduled posts.
It's not my fault! I don't want my blog to be dead when I go away on holidays..
This is not doing good for my mood now. Argh!

Desperate times call for desperate measures

LV bag

Check out this design. Kinda cute but yet somewhat scary.

some funny yet true definitions

School: A place where Papa pays and son plays.
Life Insurance: A contract that keeps you poor all your life so that you can die rich.
Nurse: A person who wakes u up to give you sleeping pills.
Marriage: It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her masters.
Tears: The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine water-power.
Lecture: An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through 'the minds of either'.
Conference: The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.
Compromise: The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.
Dictionary: A place where success comes before work.
Conference Room: A place where everybody talks nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on.
Father: A banker provided by nature.
Criminal: A guy no different from the rest, except that he got caught.
Boss: Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early.
Politician: One who shakes your hand before elections and your confidence after.
Doctor: A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you by bills.
Classic: Books, which people praise, but do not read.
Smile: A curve that can set a lot of things straight.
Office: A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.
Yawn: The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.
Etc.: A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.
Experience: The name men give to their mistakes.
Atom Bomb: An invention to end all inventions.
Philosopher: A fool who torments himself during life, to be wise.

I went to the new wing in Gurney just now. It was super duper packed and all the restaurants full house! I had to wait for like an hour before I got my food in Nando's and at 2.15pm, they had to close shop due to some 'technical problems'. What they actually meant of course was they couldn't serve the chickens fast enough and also they ran out of chickens. Haha. Anyway, I think the new wing is nothing special. Most of the shops can be found in Queensbay already and therefore nearer to my house! Though Parkson is super huge now =)

Sigh, the holiday mood has still yet to kick in. I was like standing at my bag, ready to pack for Monday. Then, (smacking my head) I realised...

IT'S HOLIDAYS ALREADY!!

Is it true?

Haha I just realised how long my last post was. This is going to be another long one, but shorter than the last one. Ok, a few people have already posted this and since I have nothing to blog about, I guess I shall just post this as well. Did this personality test a few days ago and it says that I'm a..

Reliable Realist

Reliable Realists are down-to-earth and responsible-minded. They are precise, reserved and demanding. Their most prominent quality is reliability and they will always make every effort to keep any promise given. Reliable Realists are more quiet and serious persons, they do not talk a lot but they are good listeners. They sometimes seem reserved and distant to outsiders although they often have a great deal of wit and esprit. Their strong points are thoroughness, a marked sense of justice, doggedness bordering on pigheadedness and a pragmatic, vigorous and purposeful manner. Reliable Realists do not dither about if something has to be done. They do what is necessary without wasting words.

This personality type not only expects a lot of herself but also of others. Once Reliable Realists have set their mind on something, it is difficult to persuade them otherwise. They do not like to leave anything to chance. Planning means safety to Reliable Realists, as well as order and discipline. They have no problem respecting authorities and hierarchies but do not like to delegate tasks. They are certain that others would not deal with them as conscientiously as they do. In management positions, they are very task-oriented - they make sure that things are well done; however, they do not have a great deal of interest in personal contacts at work.

In relationships too, Reliable Realists are reliability itself. As partners, they are faithful and consistent, well-balanced and sensible. Security and stability are very important to them. They have little time for extravagances and flightiness. Whoever has them as friend or partner can rely on them for a lifetime. However, it takes quite a while for Reliable Realists to enter into a relationship or friendship. They have little need for social contacts; they therefore take great care when choosing partners and friends and limit themselves to a small but exclusive circle which meets their high demands. They tend to show their closeness to people who are important to them by deeds - their partner should rather not expect romantic declarations of love.

Adjectives which describe your type
introverted, practical, logical, planning, tradition-conscious, organised, persistent, objective, tidy, conscientious, cautious, loyal, peace-loving, sensible, down-to-earth, responsible-minded, reserved, careful, independent, punctual, precise, demanding, ability to concentrate, trustworthy, pedantic, reliable, persevering

These subjects could interest you
literature, technical activities (model-making), voluntary work, music, trekking, camping, hiking, cooking, drawing/painting, handicraft work, writing, strategy games, politics


Hmm..mostly true, mostly true. But the subjects that interests me definitely do not include literature (like Renee says, what the heck is Shakespeare trying to say??), voluntary work (*sheepish look* yes I don't do voluntary work. you gotta force me into it), trekking (mosquitoes!), camping (wilderness and me..not a good mix. but of course, camps in hotels are fine), hiking (I'm always excited to go but during the hike itself I always regret), cooking (mainly because I can't cook? And I'm afraid of burning myself), strategy games (I get bored after 15 minutes) and politics (too much bickering..).

Of potatoes, potatoes and potatoes..

Scene:

Carmen sees a girl eating a potato-chips-lookalike-thingy from a stick in Jusco.
Carmen feels like eating those.
So Carmen asks for money from her mummy to buy it.
First stall she sets eyes upon:
BAKED SWEET POTATOES
She figures that those were the stuff she saw the girl eating.
And so, she goes to the stall and orders..

Carmen: Er..Itu (points at the picture of the baked sweet potatoes)
Potato seller guy (PSG) : Ha?
Carmen: Itu (points again)
PSG: Ohh..berapa?
Carmen: Er..er..100 gram la (the picture shows RM1.60 for 100g)
PSG: Ini bolehkah? (points at a rather long sweet potato)

Carmen looks down at this point and stares at the sweet potatoes. She wonders why she has to choose her sweet potatoes. Isn't the guy supposed to just do whatsoever he has to do with the potatoes on whichever potato he wants so that it can be on the stick for her to eat?

Carmen: Er. Itulah. (points at the shortest potato)
PSG: Ini? Ambil inilah. (picks up another potato and weighs it) 260g.
Carmen: Tak mau, tak mau..Itu (points again at the shortest potato. cheapest ma..)
PSG: (weighs the potato Carmen asks for) RM1.60..ok?

Carmen nods. PSG writes the order on a paper and hands it to her. Carmen walks over to the cashier to pay for it. Then, she walks back to the stall and hands over the receipt. PSG hands her the bag. She opens the bag. Lo and behold, she finds a pathetic looking sweet potato in it.

Carmen: WHAT THE FREAKING HECK?? (still staring at it, willing it to turn into the thing she saw the girl eating just now)

Then, her sister comes and looks into the bag.

Sister: Ok..what's that?
Carmen: Er..potato? (at this point, feeling very stupid and cheated)
Sister: Buy potato for what?
Carmen: I wanted the thing on the stick la. You got see anot? So many people eat.
Sister: You mean that one? (points at the banner behind Carmen)
Carmen: (turns around and sees the banner..right beside the sweet potato stall) YES! That one..(looks inside of bag again) Shit ler..

Carmen looks at the miserable looking potato and then at the banner and back at the potato again. She wonders what she's going to do with the potato and how on earth she's going to eat it.
It was still covered in skin, by the way.

Carmen: Mummy's going to kill me..
Sister: Haha.

Her mother comes at this moment and looks at the potato.

Carmen: Er. How to eat this?
Mummy: Peel the skin la. You buy this for what?
Carmen: Heheh..I wanted to eat that.. (points at the banner)
Mummy: Haiyo. Buy also buy wrong thing. Nah, go buy la (gives money)
Carmen: Then, this one le? (looks at the potato)
Mummy: I eat la, I eat la..

Carmen goes to the stall (the right one this time). She looks at all the flavours (black pepper, seaweed etc..) and settles on mix.

Carmen: Mix one.
Correct potato seller guy (CPSG) : Mix?
Carmen: Yea.

CPSG writes the order on the paper. Carmen goes and pay again. She goes back and collect her potato thingy. Carmen is happy as she finally gets her potato-on-a-stick. As she takes a bite out of it, her daddy, mummy and sister are laughing.

Carmen: Why?
Sister: Daddy bought another potato.
Carmen: For what??
Daddy: Eat la. I want ma.
Carmen: I bought one already ma.
Daddy: How I know ar? What's that? (points at my stick of potato)
Carmen: Potato..
Daddy: How much?
Carmen: Er.. 3.50..
Daddy: 3.50 for ONE potato??

The potato-on-a-stick thing is actually a potato, sliced thinly and poked through the stick. Go and check it out yourself. Carmen doesn't know how to explain.

Carmen: Yea..Try ma.
Daddy: Nice ar? (takes a piece from the stick) Tastes like potato chip.
Carmen: Hmm..

It is actually very salty but Carmen is forced to finish it.

Mummy: You all potato la..Big potato and small potato..Don't know buy so many potatoes for what.

Later, eating at McD (Her sister wants to eat her type of potatoes), Carmen eats sweet potatoes for the first time. It doesn't taste that bad really..

And now, Carmen feels sort of stupid..and potato-ish. Boo..
potato, potato, potato..that word looks rather weird to her now.

happy times

while browsing through some of my pictures,
i found some stuff that made me smile,
made me forget my problems for a while.
these pictures just give me a sense of happiness.
no worries.
just enjoyment.

sunset at tasik temenggor

happy carmen
(rare)

happy carmen doing crazy happy stuff like waving at strangers
(not so rare but rare enough)

don't ask what i was thinking about.
because i don't know myself.
if i'd known, i'll always think of it.
i mean, look. i'm so blissful.
=D

ok, this is not in tasik anymore.
this was taken at the ferry terminal at pangkor.
not my happiest picture.
just posting this to hint,
don't i look good in shades?
=P