You are about to step into the messy, crazy orange world of mine.
Don't lose your balance.
sUzz.[[hearts <3]].ORANGE ^ ^
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z _ individuality __ z
. sUzz .
. orange lover _&_ random girl
. 06 14 1987 .
. malaysia .
descriptions limit
so read the blog to know what i'm really like
;)
z _ attitude __z
"Spontaneity is the quality of being able to do something just because you feel like it at the moment,
of trusting your instincts,
of taking yourself by surprise
and snatching from the clutches of your well-organized routine,
... a bit of unscheduled plea.”
plan to be spontaneous tomorrow
z _ step-by-step guide to becoming original and more __ z
1. Be yourself. If you're 15 and you play with dolls, who cares? You're having fun right? What if you're 15 and you don't like dolls? Who cares? Do what you like and be proud of it.
2. Buy the clothes you like. If what everyone else is wearing appeals to you, wear it. But if you find something you want, get it!
3. Try new things and be open to new things. My hobbies are drawing and going on my scooter. They're totally different things. Try stuff!
4. Listen to what appeals to you most. Do not conform to listening to the same type of music that people in your area also listen to. Try to explore different genres and artists. Do not hate ANY genre of music. It's alright to dislike, but any piece of music deserves some degree of respect.
5. Go against the flow if you want to. If your teacher tells your class that they can go to sleep, and everyone starts to go to sleep, don't do it because everyone else is; if you want to, doodle or read, or yodel for all I care!
The best thing you left me with, is the love for volleyball.
Watched the women volleyball quarterfinals last night between Italy and USA. Tough match! But I fell asleep halfway through, so I still don't know the score yet, haha. Lemme ask my Google friend after this. ^__^
Watching the game made me miss volleyball sososo much. Don't have a single friend now who shares the same kind of enthusiasm I have for the sport. Guess it's not that popular here, although it's a professional career overseas, like in Cuba and USA.
No wonder the sport is being dominated by those big burly players of Western countries. Malaysians got no chance man, on the global arena. Kee-chee-miao saje. Look at the US players' thighs!! *fAintz*
Anyway, list-making disease strikes again.
The 10 Things I Love About Volleyball
#1 Giving spikes and receiving them successfully.
Love to watch spikers in action, because for that one second, it seems as if they're hovering in the air, and then with a powerful arm they slam the ball down with such a force it inspires awe and jaw-dropping.
Am a setter, though. Won't see so much action high up the net but yeah, receiving spikes are also good! And so is setting 'char siew pau' balls and completely catching your opponents off-guard. :P
#2 Serving.
Arms have yet to be trained to use the smacking-ball style of opening, but yeah! Am pretty okay with serving you balls that fly smoothly across my court and then suddenly fall after it passes the net onto your court. Makes people in the front row dive for it, which brings us to my next point...
#3 Diving.
Yay! My fave part of saving balls. Though I've never actually attempted to dive/save balls before, simply because the place where the team used to practise had uneven stone ground.
Damn painful if you were to slide across it ok, so not like the squeaky bright courts you see in formal competitions. That one you can roll how many times also won't get bruising or scars or little pebbles embedded in the skin of your leg. Ouchiness.
#4 Digging.
yeahyeah pic stolen from istock
Actually, just digging exercises would be fun enough at this moment, coz I haven't even like, dug (digged?) for what, 3 years? 4 years?
But I don't doubt if my "skills" are still there, though. Once a kid knows how to cycle, he knows how to cycle for life. Same applies to volleyball digging. =)
And ooh! Alot of people complain about the pain and redness on their forearms after vball? I don't mind that =D Nice shade of red anyway.
#5 It's the only game I know for sure what the referee is "saying".
In other sports, half the time I've no idea what the referee is signalling. The badminton referee could have gestured "Malaysia kena dapau-ed by China, wahhahaha", and I wouldn't be none the wiser.
"(insert own witty caption here; can't think of any at the mo)"
If I have this guy hawking over my every move on the field, I'll be more inclined to make mistakes
Butbutbut! Diff story for vball. Have been to enough matches to understand what the sign language actually says. ^____^
#6 In fact, it's the only game I understand all the rules, inside out.
Ask me ask me! Though am not completely sure about the libero player aspect of the game, and I know nothing about specific strategies. But yeah! Am learned enough lah but.
I am zee O Wise Teacher!
*puts on wise guru cap*
#7 V-ball is not a contact sport.
You keep to your side of the court, I keep to mine. So unlike basketball or netball, volleyball has none of the touchy-feely business, and I like it just this way. The only people who are gonna bump into you are your team-mates, and they're not gonna be wanting to intentionally hurt you, nuh-uh.
And besides, girls can be quite ferocious sometimes when it comes to contact sports. Fingernail scratches are distracting, hums.
Catfight, meow!
#8 Teamwork.
The feeling of working as a united team, that's pretty amazing.
You know how it feels when you're on the court, and it's as if your partner/partners read your mind, know exactly what you want to do, position themselves according to your idea, and then the grand plan is executed AND the opponents couldn't react quickly enough to save the ball?
(That was a long sentence.)
That's a totally cool feeling.
#9 One game is long enough to be savored.
Unlike badminton, where you only have three sets and it's only 21-point. For volleyball, it's a "best out of five" thing, which means the first team who wins three sets, wins. For the first four sets, it's 25-point. Last set, teams compete to see who reach 15 points first.
Watched first full badminton match on Sunday that day, and was kinda thinking like, why so fast finish one should have more sets ma. But then again, that might just prolong Chong Wei's misery, so maybe it's a good thing also lah. ^^"
andddddd #10 It's the only game I'm confident in!
Scrape ping pong, scrape badminton; Volleyball is the ball game to beat me at =P (Unless you're a state player, in which case I'll keep my mouth shut around you, hehe.)
You can say I grew up with volleyball, what with dad being a former Secretary + President of the (now-defunct?) Malaysia Volleyball Association and a volleyball player himself. Been to almost every single v-ball match during Commonwealth 98, took pictures with the Malaysian volleyball teams, went to the U-18 girl's team trainings ONCE at Bukit Jalil lol, met a Japanese v-ball coach and his adorable little son (hAih!! kawaii desu ne!!!) and yeah.
I wonder, actually, if parents had pushed me to pursue a sports career from the start, where would I be now? Maybe instead of DJ I could have qualified for BJSS (wahahah, fat chance). Maybe instead of struggling so hard in F6 I could have been in training for some U-21 event. Maybe I could have met more potential candidates, since to be a volleyball player guys need to be at LEAST 170cm tall. Maybe even 175cm.
... All I know for sure is, if I had walked that path, I'd definitely be slimmer than what I am now >____<
Imagine doing sit-ups and crunches everyday! Fuiyo. Washboard abs in no time. *___*
So yeah, pretty much missing a physical game of volleyball. Playin virtual volleyball can only satisfy you so much.
*switches on radio DJ/McD advertiser mode*
So folks, it's a Wednesday today! And you know what happens on Wednesdays, don't you... It's Physiology Day! And you know what that means? Our weekly session of More of Moore, that's what!
*switches off annoying mode*
This week is still about Female Reproductive Physiology, with more focus given to Pregnancy and Lactation, and also Sterility and Contraception blahblah.
Then, at the end of a 90-minute lecture today, he sort of gave a Q&A forum for students to talk and discuss about sex. He was very candid and open about things, which made approaching him very easy. Which, also gave some of the students a chance to ask questions they might never ask another adult.
Like this question.
"Does sperm taste change if a diabetic gives a blowjob?"
People were laughing too much for me to actually hear what Dr. Moore replied, but I vaguely remember him mentioning about fructose, and how the excessive ingestion of certain foods might cause sperm taste to change or smth smth.
And on another question about whether it's "safe to swallow":
"Oh, sperm is perfectly okay. It's like, a milkshake, really. It's got proteins, a little bit of sugar. It doesn't have that vanilla flavoring though, but yeah."
On the inconsistent success rate of intra-uterine devices (IUD) in preventing pregnancy:
"They say that the baby comes out of the womb, holding it (the IUD) in its hands, going "ha-ha-ha, got you."
On microwaves:
"I don't have one. I don't believe in it. I hate it."
On silencing a noisy and chattering class:
"Oi!"
Lol. He says it with such an accent that it doesn't sound like the rude Malaysian "oi" at all.
On why anal sex can be painful to some people:
"That's a preeeetty tight hole you have over there."
On stating the obvious:
"All clownfish are males unless they're females."
If question marks were physical objects you would have seen a number of them evaporating out of my head when Dr Moore said what he said.
The sambal sotong this morning seared my throat. Coughcough. Have presentation tomorrow. Am praying for any stomach discomfort to come TODAY and not halfway through presenting tomorrow.
But damn syiok! First time I ate sambal so spicy. Got enough kick wei, especially for someone who feels the normal 'lat' for normal human beings is very mild.
And for sambal-lovers out there, where to get this? Monash University cafeteria ;)
Mau da-pau?
sUzz P.S. Post is gonna be left unedited until I'm in a more wakeful state of mind. Zzz.
Am feeling hot and sticky and bengang from doing cell met for the past hour.
Stupid tute question. Stupid ATP synthase why so complicated. Stupid textbook for explaining until so complicated. And stupid me for missing two cell met lectures in a row and that's why I'm so lost now. Uber frus.
Grrr. Hothothothothot. Table is in a bloody mess; stationaries strewn all over, CDs lying around, books and papers. There's even a porcelain table lamp right in front of laptop, because there's no other place to put it after the movers shifted a whole bunch of furnitures yesterday.
I am in a foul mood from all this hotness + bengangness + cell met. And I've been juggling too, doing cell met + doing anatomy quizzes + finding songs on YouTube.
Anatomy mid-term test is tmr!! Haven't even finish studying like, half the syllabus.
GAHHHHH!! So hot I can smell the heat in the air. I can't even cross my legs because after a while skin will be sticky with the contact. Gross, icky feeling.
GAH. Screw cell met and anatomy. I'm going to bathe.
I am officially bed-less. Didn't know that there're so many pantangs/superstitions involved when you're shifting house! Grandma talked about putting a bowl filled with some leaf thingy at the four corners of house. First uncle said that people of certain animal-year cannot step foot into new house until two hours later.
(He said, "yat gor see san", which means 'two hours' lah in ancient Cantonese.)
Today's the first time I saw my room after it got painted. Nice! Love how the orange color of feature wall gets reflected on the other three off-white walls. Room is really quite small lah, haih. But nevermind! All the more for coziness ^____^
Today's also a very satisfying day at work for me. All my kids played their pieces well, awww, and everyone seemed to be extra-focused on their lesson. Didn't need to scold anyone. And because of good mood, was being very agreeable, heh-heh.
And today I went to this restaurant, and ter-started a small fire. How I know the liquid wax thing underneath this big bowl of heated brew stuff could spill over so easily. So there I was scooping, and then suddenly I saw the bottom of the bowl engulfed in flames and I was even thinking like wah, so cool one the fire can light up so bright. The rest on the table were like, "waH cheok foh ah!" ("api api!" in Canto)
The look of the waiter nearby when we called for him was super funny one leh. I think it was a look of pure panic. Hehehehehe.
Then the restaurant was actually really near jason's house, so I messaged him out of spontaneity and said:
"Teehee, I accidentally set one of the tables at the corner restaurant near your place on fire =P Geng leh, heehee."
And then he replied:
"-__- Jangan emo sangat."
Like I turn into an arsonist when I feel down. >__<"
.. Which is actually quite a cool idea =D No no? Burn things up and watch your worries rise and disappear with the smoke.
Nyahaha I'm just kidding. Burning pollutes. Dr Cathy will kill.
I must think of more constructive ways to release stress.
Like playing the piano.
Or baking.
Maybe I should pick up gardening.
Dancing?
Phewwww these are pretty hawt activities. And oooh guess what I notice?
The color of fire. ;)
Total hearts! <3 ^____^
Have a pleasant Sunday ey folks! I'll be slugging it out with Anatomy.
[This post took an hour to finish. So take the title seriously.]
Hey all :)
This week is finally coming to an end. 's been a rough one, rougher than the previous weeks, rougher than what I'd ever think it could be. And I thought last week was a killer, coz we had three assignments each due on Mon, Wed, and Fri.
Before 7.30pm today, I was flirting with some pretty emo ideas on what to blog about. But there's the internal conflict of always wanting blog to be a place where people can read and smile about what I wrote, not where people come and read my rants and leave feeling depressed. Or worse, thinking why the heck is she so sensitive about things.
But then, if I practise self-censorship, doesn't that defeat the purpose of blogging in the first place?
Balance is a very hard thing to achieve sometimes :)
(That's why Alicia Sacramone fell, whoops.)
Anyway, at 7.30pm, met up with kw and co for dinner, and even if you guys didn't know it at the time, you people really brightened up my day; in fact, my entire week. Missed laughing and joking about general things in life, and catching up with old friends, and basically having fun over taufu, crabs, and ham yu fah lam yoke.
So, thank you all, so much =)
On Wednesday evening, I actually posted an entry. Five hours later, a confused brain instructed trembling fingers to remove it.
But after that, it feels like I'm cheating myself, like saying I never felt those stuff I felt when I wrote that blog entry.
Now, I'm gonna reproduce it in its whole again. There's no real reason why, except that if I don't, bloggie then has failed its purpose to capture and record significant moments/events in my life, all the ups as well as the downs.
At this point of time, there can be no one more pissed at me than myself.
Two labcoats lost in a week. It's not even funny. It's just seriously, veryly numbing, to the point that there's so much you want to say but there's nothing that you can say.
And the worst thing about this is that I know I've no one else to blame but myself. And that kinda makes it harder, because you're channeling all those anger inwards, when there's already so much emotions inside.
This week has definitely not been my best week, and that's an understatement. Just when I thought I could slow the pace a little and catch a breath today after handing in cell met report, this had to happen. And with all the present ongoings in my life, I'm not sure if I could handle another hurdle thrown my way. Really. One more major stressful experience, and I might just, I don't know, quit. Throw in the blanket. Break down.
The past few weeks felt that way, trying to balance a fine, delicate line between healthy panic-ness, and hysteria. But I guess it's not just uni assignments that's making me feel this way. Heck, everyone in Biomed has also been experiencing what I've experienced. It's the life outside my academic life that's adding on the extra pressure.
It's like, I'm losing touch with... something. Like me isn't really me anymore, underneath the weight of uni work, piano work, house work. Whatever happened to cheery happy me? I'm not just talking about being cheery and happie online. In person, it's getting harder and harder to bring that self up again. Takes too much effort.
I mean, yeah, you tell me to take a break, chill for a while. So that's the original plan for tonight. And then what happened? I lost my 2nd labcoat in a week.
And you know what's worse? Those two labcoats don't even belong to me. The guilt of losing someone else's labcoat last week hasn't even fade. I'm sorry tai and pei en jie, really, truly, terribly sorry; but I'm well aware that a million apologies will do nothing about turning back time.
Why am I being so emo about losing two labcoats? "No big deal," people might shrug it off. Yeah, rich people. Three labcoats will set me back at least RM120. Maybe, maybe if I were still living off on a parental allowance, I'd just take the heavy lecture from mom, and she'd fork out like RM60 or smth and I'd pay half and that's it.
But I don't. I don't have allowance anymore, and because I work, I know just about how much time and energy has been invested to earn that RM120. And now because of my carelessness that RM120 is just gonna be washed down the drain.
Typing this, anger + frustration has died down a little, only to be replaced with something more akin to lethargy, numbness. I deserve every single word anyone has to scold about the absent-mindedness. And if you don't have the heart to scold, don't worry, I'm already berating myself on your behalf. Like I said, in this moment, no one can be more pissed-off at me than me.
I dunno lah. Need to regain footing again, on solid ground. Feels like I'm standing on quicksand here, rapidly sinking, rapidly drowning.
Don't tell me to chill, because it's what I had wanted to do and life didn't let me.
Don't tell me to quit being melodramatic, because this isn't what you're going through, that's why you won't know.
And don't tell me to stop emo-ing, because you chose to highlight this entire post even with the warning at the start and therefore made a conscientious decision in wanting to read this emotic crap.
Things better not get any worse, 'coz I'm only half-kidding bout the break-down.
Life sucks, and then you die.
sUzz
[Edited: 9.44PM]
I'm feeling better lah. Emo-ness has gone away =) Just that at that brief moment everything felt overwhelming. And I myself don't even know where the real issue is, hahah.
So yeah. I'm feeling better. Trust me to bounce back on my own =) Now to stop mopping around and start doing productive work.
Might edit in more stuff later about mood. Check this space (if you want :))!
Missing labcoat was "found". It was a cruel lesson to learn, but it was a lesson learned nevertheless. So I suppose I should say thank you to everyone involved.
So, yeah, thank you. *smile*
But learning lessons will also change you. Most of the times for the better, but sometimes, for the worse.
Many years ago, learning something had made me cold. Coldness never really left. Time is less of a healer than I had thought it'd be.
But then, going through this sort of thing makes you write angsty stuff very well. Maybe that's why I'm good at emo-ing, heheh.
Which is what I'm doing now, if you're that dense.
And of course, you need muzique as a muse :)
awful sound quality, but deal with it heh
*stares at written post* You know, this has gotta be one of my more personal entries. Or ask the (very few) people who've been following this blog since its conception six years ago, and see if they've ever seen me this truthful about my feelings.
Though, I am still cryptic, heh.
If any fengshui expert/fortune teller had managed to predict a rough August month for Rabbits this year, I'd be willing to bet my RM120 on the four numbers they churn out.
Not that I buy lottery; I'm just saying only.
For first-time people who've just dropped by and if you're still reading up till here: mehz! Suzz is generally not so emo. Do come by again in a week or two; don't let me scare you!
^___________________________________________^
Okay I'm scaring you rite. Let's end this angsty/emo/depressing post on a happier note, shall we?
Malaysia's guaranteed a medal in the Games. Now the only thing to do is to wait and see what color it'd be.
Reach for the skies, Chong Wei! Malaysia's behind you.
Aim for gold!!
(And we'll all be praying too... for a public holiday, hehe.)
These days I wake up, look at my phone, and groan.
Have been wanting to wake up at 2, 3am to catch up with work. But when I wake up and look at the time, it's always 6.30, 6.40am. Very potong one lor jeez.
So that's why I'm here, listening to Prof Chow and his sleep-inducing, dreary voice at so early in the morning. I still think he reminds me of a sloth. Now not just appearance-wise but also the way he speaks, the way he walks, zzzzzz...
Am feeling lazier and lazier to think of titles for short posts. Bear with moi for a while, creative juice ain't flowing.
Not like I got alot of them in the first place, but ya.
I want this orange mouse for my laptop!!!!!!! Even if I don't use a mouse.
Pretty rite pretty rite! Saw this at Popular and was squealing for it. Ah Ket's reaction was -_____-"
Not sure if it's the same mouse or not, but aihyah orange color, same lah. Is "Optical Mouse" a brand name? Because that's the only thing I remember seeing on the packaging...
I finished my cell met report! Due in five hours time. *big beam*
I am zee happie little bug, happie little bug, happie little bug *hums random song*
