Oooh... I'm being all creative and stuff today. Isn't that weird? I have been working on - inside joke alert! - my 'best-selling novel'. *cackles* I'm actually being very productive if you can believe it. If only I could say the same about my packing.
^_^()
Won't somebody rescue me? On the bright side... Mine lil sis arrives today so I am no longer alone! YAY!
^_^()
Won't somebody rescue me? On the bright side... Mine lil sis arrives today so I am no longer alone! YAY!
dallie went mad at 1:59 PM on Thursday, June 26, 2003.
dallie went mad at 11:05 PM on Wednesday, June 25, 2003.
*appears with face as white as sheet*
Everybody do not watch this anime: "Sexy Commando Gaiden: Sugoiyo!! Masarusan" I have NEVER EVER seen such a warped, strange, mind-boggling anime in my LIFE! I seriously hated it but it held me in its poisonous tentacles for the freaking twenty minutes it took for the episode to play all the way through. I may never recover! *sobs* What conspiracy is this? Make Dallie see strange things day?
I just saw a weird show where this girl was in the bathtub taking a leisurely bath when on the floor there is a suspicious trail of water leading to the bathtub. Suddenly, the girl shivers and says: "[Insert boyfriend's name], don't turn off the cold water!" Puzzlingly, a carrot appears and floats in the water and the water seems to turn into that artificial snow business. The girl is pulled under water screaming as psycho music plays in the background.
And out of the bathtub arises... A big, styrofoam snowman... Humping her. *sweatdrop*
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
*sigh* I am supposed to be packing my stuff into a box but - erm... *looks around at chaos that is her room* I seem to be procrastinating.
Everybody do not watch this anime: "Sexy Commando Gaiden: Sugoiyo!! Masarusan" I have NEVER EVER seen such a warped, strange, mind-boggling anime in my LIFE! I seriously hated it but it held me in its poisonous tentacles for the freaking twenty minutes it took for the episode to play all the way through. I may never recover! *sobs* What conspiracy is this? Make Dallie see strange things day?
I just saw a weird show where this girl was in the bathtub taking a leisurely bath when on the floor there is a suspicious trail of water leading to the bathtub. Suddenly, the girl shivers and says: "[Insert boyfriend's name], don't turn off the cold water!" Puzzlingly, a carrot appears and floats in the water and the water seems to turn into that artificial snow business. The girl is pulled under water screaming as psycho music plays in the background.
And out of the bathtub arises... A big, styrofoam snowman... Humping her. *sweatdrop*
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
*sigh* I am supposed to be packing my stuff into a box but - erm... *looks around at chaos that is her room* I seem to be procrastinating.
dallie went mad at 9:54 PM on .
I finished 'Order of The Pheonix" last night at about three in the morning and have to say that I am feeling...
*sniffle* Utterly DEPRESSED! Why J.K.Rowling? WHY?! I won't spoil it for everyone who has yet to get a hold of or read all the way through the latest Harry Potter but... -.-;;
I don't know what to do with myself now. I know its just a book and a completely imaginary character but... *sobs* WHY?! WHY?! I just CANNOT understand!
*sniffle* Utterly DEPRESSED! Why J.K.Rowling? WHY?! I won't spoil it for everyone who has yet to get a hold of or read all the way through the latest Harry Potter but... -.-;;
I don't know what to do with myself now. I know its just a book and a completely imaginary character but... *sobs* WHY?! WHY?! I just CANNOT understand!
dallie went mad at 9:30 PM on .
What is it about me that makes Little Old Ladies want to talk to me? Just now, waiting for the 13(bus), I was minding my own business when this little old lady in a flamboyant, pink hat started chatting to me and asking where I was from, what I was doing in the city, whether I was still in school, blah, blah, blah. The thing is, I can't find it in me not to respond and I always end up talking back but this little old lady actually managed to embarass me and this random guy.
She was asking me about Brunei and stuff and suddenly, this ginger guy who looked vaguely familiar materialised out of nowhere and she started to talk to him too! I was looking away politely when she suddenly touched me on the arm and said to the guy: "Don't you think this young lady is very pretty? She looks so unusual. Very exotic."
I felt like I was turning purple. It got worse when the guy actually agreed with her. I wanted to hide or take another bus or something. Thank god after that the bus came and it was so full I had to slide in next to this pretty chinese girl who was speaking loudly into her phone in cantonese. I managed to get back to normal when it came to my stop. And guess who was getting off with me... Ginger dude. He was smiling at me and said, "Bye" as I walked in the opposite direction. I was so surprised I said the same thing and tried to puzzle out where I had seen him before. Then, I realised he was at the Uni. He was the guy that me and my friends saw knock over a dustbin in the library canteen. ^_^*
Remember everyone, Little old ladies always have alterior motives.
She was asking me about Brunei and stuff and suddenly, this ginger guy who looked vaguely familiar materialised out of nowhere and she started to talk to him too! I was looking away politely when she suddenly touched me on the arm and said to the guy: "Don't you think this young lady is very pretty? She looks so unusual. Very exotic."
I felt like I was turning purple. It got worse when the guy actually agreed with her. I wanted to hide or take another bus or something. Thank god after that the bus came and it was so full I had to slide in next to this pretty chinese girl who was speaking loudly into her phone in cantonese. I managed to get back to normal when it came to my stop. And guess who was getting off with me... Ginger dude. He was smiling at me and said, "Bye" as I walked in the opposite direction. I was so surprised I said the same thing and tried to puzzle out where I had seen him before. Then, I realised he was at the Uni. He was the guy that me and my friends saw knock over a dustbin in the library canteen. ^_^*
Remember everyone, Little old ladies always have alterior motives.
dallie went mad at 7:11 PM on Monday, June 23, 2003.
Hehe... I know that I really should be packing but in the midst of packing I have found a great many treasures. As usual written on peices of paper. I don't exactly know what the heck my obsession with paper is but... ^_^() It all seems terrible important and i keep it all. I think I will drive my husband mad with the amount of seemingly unimportant bits of paper I save. They are my memories!
For example, I have just found a notebook I took to Rome with me during easter and it has notes on my first two days there. It's in bulletpoint form and contains cameos by the one and only Shelley Melley who was also on the trip. Here's some of it in script form with comments written just now in italics:
I thought it was quite funny! Probably more to me because I was actually there. But I am going to keep these scraps of paper. -.-;; So much for spring cleaning.
For example, I have just found a notebook I took to Rome with me during easter and it has notes on my first two days there. It's in bulletpoint form and contains cameos by the one and only Shelley Melley who was also on the trip. Here's some of it in script form with comments written just now in italics:
Day One
Dallie: Got lost and walked right past 'Yellow House'. Where we were staying. Asked loads of people for directions and standard advice was to 'go straight'. GREAT advice... Everything smells like pee. We got stared at and nearly run over by a car. Shelley figures out everything. She is SUPERWOMAN! The gelati at the nearby restaurant is beautiful but Shirleys has a nipple. It looked absolutely obscene.
Shelley: Dallie gets sugar high! Coca cola's fault. Not true! Lies! ^_____^ And the word of the day is 'Manky'!
Dallie: Word of the MONTH! Question of the week: "Why are girls so embarassed to talk about poo?" And W and Billy: Victor and Hugo or Mario and Luigi? Heheh... My elder sis and her bf were trying on a moustache and mask that came in a packet of Italian chips called 'Crik Crok'
Day Two
Dallie: We find the vatican and a pigeon drops bread on my head! And later, bombs Shelley with an even bigger piece! Those pigeons were EVIL! The vatican is never ending! It took three hours to reach the Sistine Chapel! Although, that was AWESOME! Shelley and the Swiss Guard were chatting. Heheh. Mengurat! Later... The monks appear. On motorcycles no less! "Strange bird contemplates the doom of mankind". The description of a painting. The laser that followed L and got Shelley in the forehead. Some smartasses at the spanish steps being annoying! I thought that only happened in Brunei! An Italian Elvis impersonator? I have truly seen everything! Selamat? Murah-murah prices? The random vendors were trying to figure out where we were from. What psycho in the tube!!!! Some scary guy was staring at us... *shudder*
I thought it was quite funny! Probably more to me because I was actually there. But I am going to keep these scraps of paper. -.-;; So much for spring cleaning.
dallie went mad at 7:29 PM on Sunday, June 22, 2003.
Hrm... I am hungry again and strangely enough I am craving... Salad. How very strange.
Harry Potter came out yesterday and we bought it for mine younger sister for her birthday. I had to wrestle it off my older sister so that she wouldn't devour it before we gave it to my younger sis. *disapproving look* The POINT of birthday presents is that the person who gets it gets first dibs on it! Hehehe... My elder sis just cannot resist new reading material. I know her.
Speaking of Harry Potter, did everyone know that JK Rowling was rejected by sixty publishers before Harry Potter went into print? I bet those publishers are just kicking themselves now. She's worth like 50 million pounds now according to what I heard on the radio. Wow. I want to do that. Well, not neccessarily be worth 50 million pounds but write a book that everyone between the ages of 5 and 90 can enjoy. Heck, I'd settle for a small fanbase. I'm not greedy.
^_^*
I think that's going to only be possible with a lot of hard work from me.
Harry Potter came out yesterday and we bought it for mine younger sister for her birthday. I had to wrestle it off my older sister so that she wouldn't devour it before we gave it to my younger sis. *disapproving look* The POINT of birthday presents is that the person who gets it gets first dibs on it! Hehehe... My elder sis just cannot resist new reading material. I know her.
Speaking of Harry Potter, did everyone know that JK Rowling was rejected by sixty publishers before Harry Potter went into print? I bet those publishers are just kicking themselves now. She's worth like 50 million pounds now according to what I heard on the radio. Wow. I want to do that. Well, not neccessarily be worth 50 million pounds but write a book that everyone between the ages of 5 and 90 can enjoy. Heck, I'd settle for a small fanbase. I'm not greedy.
^_^*
I think that's going to only be possible with a lot of hard work from me.
dallie went mad at 2:40 PM on .
Ah... Suddenly, I have realised what I blog about. ^_^*
Although it may be true I am quite a lover of attention and love more than anything for all attention to be focused on me(hence my indulgence of my narcissistic nature by having this blog), it seems that it is my observations that generate entires in this blog. I watch a show and notice something and an entry is born. I walk by a scene that touches me, makes me think or right out annoys me and an entry is born. I observe something about myself that I like/don't like and an entry is born.
Does that make me a born observer? I don't know. My memory, admittedly, is not the most detailed. I think what I am is a born reflector. I see or hear things or even - who would have thought?! - feel things and think about it. And think and think and think and think and think. Yes, I am a worrier too. ^_^() Hohoho... Even my mom thinks I make mountians out of fairy mounds and fully encourages my yoga addiction. I guess it also helps that I am very bendy.
There's nothing I love more than poking a concept or observation from every angle I can think of.
That's what writer do isn't it? They turn their experiences, their observations, their feelings, their thoughts into a form that the rest of us can understand. That of a story. *thoughtful* They have the need to express their opinion on humanity or love or whatever and that is how they do it. Through writing.
*suddenly wistful*
I wish I could do that.
Although it may be true I am quite a lover of attention and love more than anything for all attention to be focused on me(hence my indulgence of my narcissistic nature by having this blog), it seems that it is my observations that generate entires in this blog. I watch a show and notice something and an entry is born. I walk by a scene that touches me, makes me think or right out annoys me and an entry is born. I observe something about myself that I like/don't like and an entry is born.
Does that make me a born observer? I don't know. My memory, admittedly, is not the most detailed. I think what I am is a born reflector. I see or hear things or even - who would have thought?! - feel things and think about it. And think and think and think and think and think. Yes, I am a worrier too. ^_^() Hohoho... Even my mom thinks I make mountians out of fairy mounds and fully encourages my yoga addiction. I guess it also helps that I am very bendy.
There's nothing I love more than poking a concept or observation from every angle I can think of.
That's what writer do isn't it? They turn their experiences, their observations, their feelings, their thoughts into a form that the rest of us can understand. That of a story. *thoughtful* They have the need to express their opinion on humanity or love or whatever and that is how they do it. Through writing.
*suddenly wistful*
I wish I could do that.
dallie went mad at 11:38 PM on Saturday, June 21, 2003.
I have just returned from a very, very long excursion to town which consisted of buying a very cool and useful(?) item. I bought a pocket book light! *hears crickets chirping* It's really cool! It has this clip thingee so you can attach it to your reading material and read in places with a light deficiency!
Actually, it was just my desire to buy something random. Impulse buying is bad people don't do it!
I made an uncharacteristically optimistic observation today. On the way back from the cinema, I saw these teenagers talking to two homeless people armed with flasks of hot chocolate and sandwiches. I found the scene oddly touching. It just made me feel that, in spite of the moral meltdown that is happening in many places around the world, there is hope for humanity yet. It makes me happy when I see things like this!
^________^
I'm going to go hug KC now...
Actually, it was just my desire to buy something random. Impulse buying is bad people don't do it!
I made an uncharacteristically optimistic observation today. On the way back from the cinema, I saw these teenagers talking to two homeless people armed with flasks of hot chocolate and sandwiches. I found the scene oddly touching. It just made me feel that, in spite of the moral meltdown that is happening in many places around the world, there is hope for humanity yet. It makes me happy when I see things like this!
^________^
I'm going to go hug KC now...
dallie went mad at 10:00 PM on .
Wow... *blinks*
I watched like ten episodes of Naruto last night and I am really tired. I got the recommended eight hours sleep but I feel like I was jogging in my sleep or something. Urgh. But I will just say one thing... Thank GOD for bit torrent techology! Imagine downloading a whole episode of Naruto or ANY anime I want in like an hour for free! Move aside Kazaa. I have found something better. Heheheh...
I think I need to eat. I feel a bit woozy.
I watched like ten episodes of Naruto last night and I am really tired. I got the recommended eight hours sleep but I feel like I was jogging in my sleep or something. Urgh. But I will just say one thing... Thank GOD for bit torrent techology! Imagine downloading a whole episode of Naruto or ANY anime I want in like an hour for free! Move aside Kazaa. I have found something better. Heheheh...
I think I need to eat. I feel a bit woozy.
dallie went mad at 11:02 AM on .
Oooh... Silent Hill 3 is very scary. Billy, elder sis' bf is playing and... @_@ I think the guy who created it is a right nut job. ^_^* I don't think he's the kind of guy you would want to date.
I mean, Resident Evil was gruesome and gruesome I can handle but this guys mind is just... On a road where human minds are not meant to tread I think. Yeech.
I mean, Resident Evil was gruesome and gruesome I can handle but this guys mind is just... On a road where human minds are not meant to tread I think. Yeech.
dallie went mad at 2:46 PM on Friday, June 20, 2003.
Hello, everyone!
I have discovered the most useful software in the world. It is... The Azan Software. It's great stuff! U just leave it on yourcomputer and a computer software figures out when all the prayer times are and when they come around, it makes the Azan come on on your computer. ^_____^
Now, those of you back home may not realise what a headache it can be to get the correct prayer times over here but now I can honestly say... MWAHAHAHA! All my problems are solved! Whether I am in Brunei, Philippines or back here, I can set the thing to remind me when they are!
In Brunei, its not so bad, you always kind of roughly know when the prayer times are because the only vary ever so slightly. Over here... ^_^* In winter, Isyaa was at three in the afternoon(way early) and now that it is summer, it is at *checks* eleven thirty two... I am always yawning my head off by that time. Used to drive my house mistresses crazy in boarding school when, during summer, all the muslims would be creeping around near midnight and going to the bathroom. Heheheh... Scared quite a few of the English girls by reading the Quran late at night. Hey, I have to get my kicks from somewhere. They thought I was a ghost!
*grin*
Speaking of ghosts, has anyone seen the documentary about the mothman? Not the movie but the documentary. It is CREEPY. There are people that say they saw the mothman around the two towers before they collapsed. @_@ I did not know that. That makes it very creepy...
I have discovered the most useful software in the world. It is... The Azan Software. It's great stuff! U just leave it on yourcomputer and a computer software figures out when all the prayer times are and when they come around, it makes the Azan come on on your computer. ^_____^
Now, those of you back home may not realise what a headache it can be to get the correct prayer times over here but now I can honestly say... MWAHAHAHA! All my problems are solved! Whether I am in Brunei, Philippines or back here, I can set the thing to remind me when they are!
In Brunei, its not so bad, you always kind of roughly know when the prayer times are because the only vary ever so slightly. Over here... ^_^* In winter, Isyaa was at three in the afternoon(way early) and now that it is summer, it is at *checks* eleven thirty two... I am always yawning my head off by that time. Used to drive my house mistresses crazy in boarding school when, during summer, all the muslims would be creeping around near midnight and going to the bathroom. Heheheh... Scared quite a few of the English girls by reading the Quran late at night. Hey, I have to get my kicks from somewhere. They thought I was a ghost!
*grin*
Speaking of ghosts, has anyone seen the documentary about the mothman? Not the movie but the documentary. It is CREEPY. There are people that say they saw the mothman around the two towers before they collapsed. @_@ I did not know that. That makes it very creepy...
dallie went mad at 11:32 AM on .
Hur hur hur...
I went to town today... Just to go eat. ^_^* I know, I know. Bad Dallie. I also went to Waterstones. My most favourite bookstore in the world! If there is one thing in Brunei that needs to be changed ASAP, its the fact that there is not ONE single solitary bookstore with a decent collection of books. It's serious! I do NOT know what the HELL is going on. I think the government is trying to turn the populace into mindless sheep by depriving them of mental stimulation.
Every other book that I buy back home inevitably turns out to be shit. And when I do find a gem, it is well-loved and well-read many, many, many times. And when I find treasures abroad, I bring them home to share. Why? Because I know people like Le are just DYING for good reading material. I have a right rant to her every summer about it.
"What the hell is wrong with bookstores in Brunei?"
"What does it take to find a decent bookstore around here?"
"If I don't find anything to read soon, I am going to go to Best Eastern and devour the woman at the counter whole!!!"
It's ridiculous! I just can't understand it. Resaurants spring up everywhere and not a one person thinks to set up a bookstore with an attached cafe. Considering the boom that cafe culture is experiencing in Brunei, I think that it would be a sound business venture. Just think of those kids who hang around places like Coffee Bean and Coffee Zone in the school holidays... Why the HECK are they so jobless? And what are they doing? Checking out the opposite sex. Not a one of them using the brain God gave them to do something productive.
*seethes*
There may be people in the world that think this is sad but when I was their age, I was doing all sorts of things with my time. I wrote short stories, I went over to friends houses and discussed things that were important to me, I had adventures, I played miscellaneous sports... Okay, every now and again we would go to 'hang out' in wherever was considered 'cool' or whatever but we never went solely to 'check out guys'. For one thing, that was before all this 'sitting around and doing nothing' became popular.
*sigh* And the government seriously thinks they can handle having a thriving tourist industry? *snorts* They can't even keep the locals entertained! This stragulation of the mind explains why there are no really good or, infact, published authors that come up and out of the woodwork. Someone show me some half-decent contemporary literature that was written by a Bruneian and I will treat them for coffee...
I went to town today... Just to go eat. ^_^* I know, I know. Bad Dallie. I also went to Waterstones. My most favourite bookstore in the world! If there is one thing in Brunei that needs to be changed ASAP, its the fact that there is not ONE single solitary bookstore with a decent collection of books. It's serious! I do NOT know what the HELL is going on. I think the government is trying to turn the populace into mindless sheep by depriving them of mental stimulation.
Every other book that I buy back home inevitably turns out to be shit. And when I do find a gem, it is well-loved and well-read many, many, many times. And when I find treasures abroad, I bring them home to share. Why? Because I know people like Le are just DYING for good reading material. I have a right rant to her every summer about it.
"What the hell is wrong with bookstores in Brunei?"
"What does it take to find a decent bookstore around here?"
"If I don't find anything to read soon, I am going to go to Best Eastern and devour the woman at the counter whole!!!"
It's ridiculous! I just can't understand it. Resaurants spring up everywhere and not a one person thinks to set up a bookstore with an attached cafe. Considering the boom that cafe culture is experiencing in Brunei, I think that it would be a sound business venture. Just think of those kids who hang around places like Coffee Bean and Coffee Zone in the school holidays... Why the HECK are they so jobless? And what are they doing? Checking out the opposite sex. Not a one of them using the brain God gave them to do something productive.
*seethes*
There may be people in the world that think this is sad but when I was their age, I was doing all sorts of things with my time. I wrote short stories, I went over to friends houses and discussed things that were important to me, I had adventures, I played miscellaneous sports... Okay, every now and again we would go to 'hang out' in wherever was considered 'cool' or whatever but we never went solely to 'check out guys'. For one thing, that was before all this 'sitting around and doing nothing' became popular.
*sigh* And the government seriously thinks they can handle having a thriving tourist industry? *snorts* They can't even keep the locals entertained! This stragulation of the mind explains why there are no really good or, infact, published authors that come up and out of the woodwork. Someone show me some half-decent contemporary literature that was written by a Bruneian and I will treat them for coffee...
dallie went mad at 1:37 AM on .
Oh lordy... I just finished describing my various encounters with bugs and crap. Seriously, if there is anything I am scared of its the friggin' giant hissing cockroach I was introduced to in Bristol Zoo back in my boarding school. Really, I have no way of describing the terror I felt when the guy brought out the horrible creature out of its tank. I jumped up in the air, used the most explicit obscenities I could think of in my terror and then ran a mile. I hid near the mdoor ready to make a hasty exit if one of the THINGS escaped.
I even brought up the things a couple of days ago to a friend who was with me and she admitted that she was bottling her fear because she was afraid the insects would sense it. *shudder* I don't think I am ever going to recover from the experience really. Those things are evil. Like hamsters. But that is a different story.
Remember, children, the only good 'roach is a dead roach!
I even brought up the things a couple of days ago to a friend who was with me and she admitted that she was bottling her fear because she was afraid the insects would sense it. *shudder* I don't think I am ever going to recover from the experience really. Those things are evil. Like hamsters. But that is a different story.
Remember, children, the only good 'roach is a dead roach!
dallie went mad at 12:16 AM on .
For some strange and mysterious reason... Romantic comedys are not my thing anymore. I just watched 'The Sweetest Thing' again and I didn't really find it as funny as it was the first time...
dallie went mad at 7:15 PM on Wednesday, June 18, 2003.
*sigh* I am hungry but I can't be bothered to cook.
dallie went mad at 2:28 PM on .
Hehehe... Just chatted to some friends online and worked my flirting skills. *joking*
dallie went mad at 2:27 PM on .
Oh lordy... I just watched 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' a few hours ago for the second time(on dvd) and I have to say, it put a LOT of things in perspective. In particular, a lot of things about a certain *ahem* someone from that region and made me realise that my crush on him should not be taken seriously at all. *grin* Just imagining that certain someone, lets call him OS, as what he will look like in twenty years time made me feel LOADS better for myself and sent my inferiority issues down the toilet.
Also, I discovered what people were talking about when they made comments about a 'Greek nose'. Heheh... Now, I seem to have a thing with guys from the Mediteranean and I cannot deny that I am far from immune from their charms but that film did help me to see them in a new light. *cackles* I just hope nobody ever does a 'Big Fat Bruneian Wedding' and expose all the horrible things about Bruneians. ^_^() Then all my Greek acquaintances will be laughing their asses off the way I was during the Greek version.
I spent the latter part of the evening at a friend's place and attempting to dissect the different guys we had met through out our first year. From the many corners of the globe... ^_^* I've met some real characters and learned a WHOLE lot more about people in general from just being in Uni for a year. I've discovered new aspects of guys that I never saw before and I think its opened my eyes to what children Bruneian guys are and, in fact, what children Malay guys are. I have discovered that with Middle Eastern guys, chivalry isn't dead. Greek guys have a thing about hair gel and hate rnb with a passion(Why? WHY??). Algerian guys all have French accents. Chinese guys can be rude bastards. Chinese guys can be incredibly funny. English guys have really odd sense of humours and love beer with a passion and are largely 'all talk no action'. Brazilian guys KNOW the effect they have on us girls and know how to use their power to their advantage.
It's been educational. Considering what I knew about guys before... I feel a lot wiser now. *snort* That is the bad thing about being in a girls' school for so long but I have to say, I don't regret it. I love the way its made me who I am and the way it has pushed and molded my thinking. So, here's to girls' schools and the characters they build!
Also, I discovered what people were talking about when they made comments about a 'Greek nose'. Heheh... Now, I seem to have a thing with guys from the Mediteranean and I cannot deny that I am far from immune from their charms but that film did help me to see them in a new light. *cackles* I just hope nobody ever does a 'Big Fat Bruneian Wedding' and expose all the horrible things about Bruneians. ^_^() Then all my Greek acquaintances will be laughing their asses off the way I was during the Greek version.
I spent the latter part of the evening at a friend's place and attempting to dissect the different guys we had met through out our first year. From the many corners of the globe... ^_^* I've met some real characters and learned a WHOLE lot more about people in general from just being in Uni for a year. I've discovered new aspects of guys that I never saw before and I think its opened my eyes to what children Bruneian guys are and, in fact, what children Malay guys are. I have discovered that with Middle Eastern guys, chivalry isn't dead. Greek guys have a thing about hair gel and hate rnb with a passion(Why? WHY??). Algerian guys all have French accents. Chinese guys can be rude bastards. Chinese guys can be incredibly funny. English guys have really odd sense of humours and love beer with a passion and are largely 'all talk no action'. Brazilian guys KNOW the effect they have on us girls and know how to use their power to their advantage.
It's been educational. Considering what I knew about guys before... I feel a lot wiser now. *snort* That is the bad thing about being in a girls' school for so long but I have to say, I don't regret it. I love the way its made me who I am and the way it has pushed and molded my thinking. So, here's to girls' schools and the characters they build!
dallie went mad at 1:27 AM on .
I'm begining to download old Aerosmith songs like a fiend. I am so weird.
dallie went mad at 10:42 AM on Tuesday, June 17, 2003.
Good morning all... I don't know why but everytime I wear mascara, even if I use eye makeup remover. In the morning I look like some bizarre kind of panda. *blinks* When I get married, my husband will have to love me... Even in the morning.
dallie went mad at 10:40 AM on .
It's morning again... *yawn* I'm up... I'm up...
Yesterday was really fun. I bummed around the whole day, had a heart to heart over msn with my dearest, darling K and then, come night we went to watch '2Fast 2Furious'. ^______^ I LOVED it! I don't know heck about cars and when I'm on the roads the grannies call me slowpoke but I really liked that film! I want to watch it again! *_* Both me and L were drooling like CRAZY over Paul Walker who has now become my latest desktop. He was just so utterly cool and yet boyish at the same time. Le sigh. I was just in love with his character. I didn't like him that much in the first one. I think he's more appealing this time around because he's a bit... badder? ^_^* Ah... What a man.
We came home and we played CRANIUM! Has anyone played that game? It was so fun! My highlights of the game was trying to act out "Edible Underwear" and attempting to act like Tom Jones. I said: "I have a hairy chest!"(as Tom Jones) ^_^* Not something you say everyday! Me and W, my elder sis, won although not by much.
Hehehe...
But now, W and W's bf are gone and I have no one to hassle! *pouts* It'll just be me and L wreaking havoc in Nottingham. MWAHAHAHA!
Yesterday was really fun. I bummed around the whole day, had a heart to heart over msn with my dearest, darling K and then, come night we went to watch '2Fast 2Furious'. ^______^ I LOVED it! I don't know heck about cars and when I'm on the roads the grannies call me slowpoke but I really liked that film! I want to watch it again! *_* Both me and L were drooling like CRAZY over Paul Walker who has now become my latest desktop. He was just so utterly cool and yet boyish at the same time. Le sigh. I was just in love with his character. I didn't like him that much in the first one. I think he's more appealing this time around because he's a bit... badder? ^_^* Ah... What a man.
We came home and we played CRANIUM! Has anyone played that game? It was so fun! My highlights of the game was trying to act out "Edible Underwear" and attempting to act like Tom Jones. I said: "I have a hairy chest!"(as Tom Jones) ^_^* Not something you say everyday! Me and W, my elder sis, won although not by much.
Hehehe...
But now, W and W's bf are gone and I have no one to hassle! *pouts* It'll just be me and L wreaking havoc in Nottingham. MWAHAHAHA!
dallie went mad at 10:38 AM on Monday, June 16, 2003.
You know... Much as I do rant about guys ALOT. I have to grudgingly admit that there are good ones out there. My daddy being a prime example. He is a firm believer in monogamy and trust and often lectures me on how I treat the guys I date. -.-;;
But, anyway, take exhibit A, my darling housemate KC. On the outside, to be brutally honest, he looks like a good boy all big doe eyes and madly long, curly lashes. He dates like a fiend, clubs like a nut and doesn't mind seeing more than one girl at a time. -.-;
That kind of thing normally bothers me on the grounds that, to quote myself: "No one should treat women that way!" But! Yes, but! He recently met a very sweet girl, Elle, who, personally, I quite like and find quite charming. He is a changed man now and seeing them interact makes me go all squidgy inside. I can tell that he really cares for her. *sniffles* I mean, in spite of his bad boy ways before I loved the guy and now he's all in-love and stuff I love him more.
Then, there is exhibit B, my darling S-kins! He is the significant other of Le and to be honest with you, I am very surprised that he takes my constant teasing for what it is. Teasing. He also never judges me in spite of my constant string of stupidities and never fails to pick me up for a night out. ^_^() What a sweetheart. Everybody loves and adores him and the fact that he is dating Le? Just goes to show that you can tell a lot about a guy by the women he dates. *grin* I guess that would be the biggest thing we have in common. We are both in love with Le.
Then, there is exhibit C, N, my newest guy friend whom I met once a couple of years back and got along with greatly. He is SUCH an amazing guy. Really. He is sweet, believes in humanity(unlike me!) and is always interested to know if I'm okay. He talks honestly about problems and listens to mine without attempting to fix them. He listens to advice I give him(horrible as it can be) and he is always incredibly funny. He's one of those guys that EVERYONE loves and in this case I don't mind being part of everyone. ^_^
There are other exhibits I could talk about in my life but that would make this blog entry super long. Heheh... Don't get jealous my girlies. You know that I love you too... If not more.
But, anyway, take exhibit A, my darling housemate KC. On the outside, to be brutally honest, he looks like a good boy all big doe eyes and madly long, curly lashes. He dates like a fiend, clubs like a nut and doesn't mind seeing more than one girl at a time. -.-;
That kind of thing normally bothers me on the grounds that, to quote myself: "No one should treat women that way!" But! Yes, but! He recently met a very sweet girl, Elle, who, personally, I quite like and find quite charming. He is a changed man now and seeing them interact makes me go all squidgy inside. I can tell that he really cares for her. *sniffles* I mean, in spite of his bad boy ways before I loved the guy and now he's all in-love and stuff I love him more.
Then, there is exhibit B, my darling S-kins! He is the significant other of Le and to be honest with you, I am very surprised that he takes my constant teasing for what it is. Teasing. He also never judges me in spite of my constant string of stupidities and never fails to pick me up for a night out. ^_^() What a sweetheart. Everybody loves and adores him and the fact that he is dating Le? Just goes to show that you can tell a lot about a guy by the women he dates. *grin* I guess that would be the biggest thing we have in common. We are both in love with Le.
Then, there is exhibit C, N, my newest guy friend whom I met once a couple of years back and got along with greatly. He is SUCH an amazing guy. Really. He is sweet, believes in humanity(unlike me!) and is always interested to know if I'm okay. He talks honestly about problems and listens to mine without attempting to fix them. He listens to advice I give him(horrible as it can be) and he is always incredibly funny. He's one of those guys that EVERYONE loves and in this case I don't mind being part of everyone. ^_^
There are other exhibits I could talk about in my life but that would make this blog entry super long. Heheh... Don't get jealous my girlies. You know that I love you too... If not more.
dallie went mad at 5:09 PM on Sunday, June 15, 2003.
Wow... Sunday morning. *yawn*
Man. I don't know what it is about Sundays but they make me feel so lazy. In the words of my dear friend, K: "It's like, you have a whole day off from work and everything... and everything's closed!"
I don't get it! In Brunei, Sunday is family day but the shops are open so you have something to DO with you family! I bet the city centre is a dead town at the moment. Okay, so maybe all the families here go to church and stuff but... Argh. Sunday is so boring. Even Sunday tv is shite. Are they trying to kill us of boredom so that come Monday we are utterly enthusiastic about going to school/work/whatever.
Hrm...
Man. I don't know what it is about Sundays but they make me feel so lazy. In the words of my dear friend, K: "It's like, you have a whole day off from work and everything... and everything's closed!"
I don't get it! In Brunei, Sunday is family day but the shops are open so you have something to DO with you family! I bet the city centre is a dead town at the moment. Okay, so maybe all the families here go to church and stuff but... Argh. Sunday is so boring. Even Sunday tv is shite. Are they trying to kill us of boredom so that come Monday we are utterly enthusiastic about going to school/work/whatever.
Hrm...
dallie went mad at 12:46 PM on .
Hrm...
Our shower boiler isn't working. It hasn't been working for FOUR days. Do you KNOW what that means? That means I have been bathing out of a bucket filled with water boiled in a kettle for four days. Its more than a mite annoying. Why is it most household stuff in Brunei works but NOTHING in England works? We CALLED our landlady the day it wasn't working and she still hasn't come to fix the dang thing yet. What does it take?
That there was my grumble of the day. I'm sorry but it just takes AGES to fill that bucket!
Our shower boiler isn't working. It hasn't been working for FOUR days. Do you KNOW what that means? That means I have been bathing out of a bucket filled with water boiled in a kettle for four days. Its more than a mite annoying. Why is it most household stuff in Brunei works but NOTHING in England works? We CALLED our landlady the day it wasn't working and she still hasn't come to fix the dang thing yet. What does it take?
That there was my grumble of the day. I'm sorry but it just takes AGES to fill that bucket!
dallie went mad at 2:10 AM on .
Argh...
Nottingham is a GHOST TOWN without all the students. Seriously, it was so SAD how bare the streets felt without the miscellaneous drunk students staggering in and out of clubs and bars. I kind of miss it. Really, I do. I finally have time to party and no one is around. It's a major pain in the ass.
The results came out yesterday and I was sooo happy. I am going to second year! Yay! *does a dance*
I felt quite bad though. I came across so many disappointed people. People who were having to retake, disappointed with their degree class and so on. I never knew what to say to someone if they were disapponted with their exam results. It felt really lame to console them when they felt so awful. Le sigh.
Seeing people like that made me scared though. I am now determined to work VERY hard in second year. I am going to work my ass off. I am going to try like MAD for at least a 2-1. Its a dog-eat-dog world out there and I'm no genius. I'm going to have to work like a fiend to even come within throwing distance of a 2-1.
But, I also wanna party harder next year, live each day as if it was my last if you will. Life is short and my student life will pass in a blink. I want to experience it to the fullest before I REALLY have to grow up.
Nottingham is a GHOST TOWN without all the students. Seriously, it was so SAD how bare the streets felt without the miscellaneous drunk students staggering in and out of clubs and bars. I kind of miss it. Really, I do. I finally have time to party and no one is around. It's a major pain in the ass.
The results came out yesterday and I was sooo happy. I am going to second year! Yay! *does a dance*
I felt quite bad though. I came across so many disappointed people. People who were having to retake, disappointed with their degree class and so on. I never knew what to say to someone if they were disapponted with their exam results. It felt really lame to console them when they felt so awful. Le sigh.
Seeing people like that made me scared though. I am now determined to work VERY hard in second year. I am going to work my ass off. I am going to try like MAD for at least a 2-1. Its a dog-eat-dog world out there and I'm no genius. I'm going to have to work like a fiend to even come within throwing distance of a 2-1.
But, I also wanna party harder next year, live each day as if it was my last if you will. Life is short and my student life will pass in a blink. I want to experience it to the fullest before I REALLY have to grow up.
dallie went mad at 8:49 PM on Saturday, June 14, 2003.
Woah...
Guess what I did yesterday... I went club-hopping. Can you believe it? And do you know where we ended up? One of the sleasiest, cheesiest, trashiest clubs known to MAN! It was hilarious. It was mostly filled with drunk, horny students and the concept was of a 'snogathon'.
Urgh. It was quite disgusting and hot. Random guys would brush by me and I would get the feeling of sweat-drenched fabric against my arm. Lovely.
People were kissing messily everywhere and the MOST disgusting guys were trying to get their groove on with me. If I wanted to pull some random guy, it would have been absolute peanuts. Such was the atmosphere. At some point, to girls went topless, a guy went completely starkers and did a dance and a FIGHT broke out. Shocking. Heheh... Not really. That club has a reputation for crap like that.
And the MUSIC. ^_^* Words cannot express...
I bet everyone is wondering why I went and I am VERY embarrassed to say it was a student night and:
Student night = Fit guys
^_^()
Guess what I did yesterday... I went club-hopping. Can you believe it? And do you know where we ended up? One of the sleasiest, cheesiest, trashiest clubs known to MAN! It was hilarious. It was mostly filled with drunk, horny students and the concept was of a 'snogathon'.
Urgh. It was quite disgusting and hot. Random guys would brush by me and I would get the feeling of sweat-drenched fabric against my arm. Lovely.
People were kissing messily everywhere and the MOST disgusting guys were trying to get their groove on with me. If I wanted to pull some random guy, it would have been absolute peanuts. Such was the atmosphere. At some point, to girls went topless, a guy went completely starkers and did a dance and a FIGHT broke out. Shocking. Heheh... Not really. That club has a reputation for crap like that.
And the MUSIC. ^_^* Words cannot express...
I bet everyone is wondering why I went and I am VERY embarrassed to say it was a student night and:
Student night = Fit guys
^_^()
dallie went mad at 4:37 PM on Thursday, June 12, 2003.
Heheh...
I've finally thought of something to post about. I went out of my house today and started walking to my friend's house when this RANDOM car full of guys started honking at me like crazy. Now, while this kind of behaviour is very flattering, I was kind of insulted and indignant. What the HELL? Who do they think they are? *stews* I was kind of freaked out though so I speeded up and got to my friend's house in record timing. Ick!
Looks like men, no matter where they are from, are all the same. Although, I have to say, I feel the stares more when I'm at home. Why? Because Bruneian guys are so freakin' sexually deprived they can't help but stare at anything that lacks a Y-chromosome. Sheesh. I don't stare at the ass of EVERY guy that walks by!
Its even worse when you are on your own in a shop or something. You just walk in and the guys start acting up and being nuisances. You can't even get a cup of coffee without a random guy going: "Oh... My friend over there *points at a manky guy smoking a cigarrette and grinning at you with disgusting yellow teeth*, he likes you."
Wow... I'm so flattered.
My and most of my friend's responses are all the same. The "what-the-hell-do-you-think-I-am" look. Geez. When you approach me like that, you totally squash any chance you may have had if you had any chance in the first place. Argh. There are no decent guys left. I truly believe that although mu bestest friend L is trying to convince me "not all guys are bad".
I agree with her. They're not all bad. They're just morons.
I've finally thought of something to post about. I went out of my house today and started walking to my friend's house when this RANDOM car full of guys started honking at me like crazy. Now, while this kind of behaviour is very flattering, I was kind of insulted and indignant. What the HELL? Who do they think they are? *stews* I was kind of freaked out though so I speeded up and got to my friend's house in record timing. Ick!
Looks like men, no matter where they are from, are all the same. Although, I have to say, I feel the stares more when I'm at home. Why? Because Bruneian guys are so freakin' sexually deprived they can't help but stare at anything that lacks a Y-chromosome. Sheesh. I don't stare at the ass of EVERY guy that walks by!
Its even worse when you are on your own in a shop or something. You just walk in and the guys start acting up and being nuisances. You can't even get a cup of coffee without a random guy going: "Oh... My friend over there *points at a manky guy smoking a cigarrette and grinning at you with disgusting yellow teeth*, he likes you."
Wow... I'm so flattered.
My and most of my friend's responses are all the same. The "what-the-hell-do-you-think-I-am" look. Geez. When you approach me like that, you totally squash any chance you may have had if you had any chance in the first place. Argh. There are no decent guys left. I truly believe that although mu bestest friend L is trying to convince me "not all guys are bad".
I agree with her. They're not all bad. They're just morons.
dallie went mad at 11:50 PM on Tuesday, June 10, 2003.
Bloody hell... I accomplished exactly nothing today. How did that happen?
My most strenuous activity was going to town to bum around. Bleh. I shall try harder tomorrow to accomplish something. I shall get my bus card done! MWAHAHA! I have a GOAL!
My most strenuous activity was going to town to bum around. Bleh. I shall try harder tomorrow to accomplish something. I shall get my bus card done! MWAHAHA! I have a GOAL!
dallie went mad at 10:42 PM on .
Wow. Back from a birthday party. Someone's twenty first to be exact. Hehehe...
It was kind of fun but I had one MAJOR annoyance. There was this random malaysian guy there who was being a freaking, royal pain in the ass by making stupid little comments about everything. The more he spoke, the more I felt like stuffing my wooden sandal in his mouth. ARGH!
*snort*
Some people...
Other than him, everyone else seemed nice enough although me and L(my housemate) started to feel a wee bit tired by like half eleven. Well... Unlike everyone else we spent an arduous hour or so at the gym. Trying to make our bodies more bikini worthy.
^_^*
So, yes, we were more tired than everyone else. Having a session at the gym always makes me sleep like a baby. Yesterday I even took a nap! I was so sleepy!
Hehehehe...
I called Le, my best friend in the world, yesterday and she was telling me all that was going down back home up to and including miscellaneous relatives enquiring when she would be getting married. Considering she is only nineteen, both she and I found the idea pretty alarming. I feel like my life is just starting... To get married now?
I'd feel a lot like I'm missing out I guess and I'd regret it like crazy. Maybe its different if you believe the person you are dating is 'the ONE' and you really love each other and all that jazz. I don't exactly believe in there being 'the ONE' but I do believe in loving the person you marry and if you don't think the person you were with is that person... *shrug*. I don't see why you shouldn't marry.
Although, considering I am not seeing anyone at the moment it would be pretty impossible for marriage to be a prospect. Le, however, is scared shitless as, to tell the truth, we aren't all THAT far off from marriable age. Yikes. The day of her wedding I'll probably be just as freaked out as she is.
It was kind of fun but I had one MAJOR annoyance. There was this random malaysian guy there who was being a freaking, royal pain in the ass by making stupid little comments about everything. The more he spoke, the more I felt like stuffing my wooden sandal in his mouth. ARGH!
*snort*
Some people...
Other than him, everyone else seemed nice enough although me and L(my housemate) started to feel a wee bit tired by like half eleven. Well... Unlike everyone else we spent an arduous hour or so at the gym. Trying to make our bodies more bikini worthy.
^_^*
So, yes, we were more tired than everyone else. Having a session at the gym always makes me sleep like a baby. Yesterday I even took a nap! I was so sleepy!
Hehehehe...
I called Le, my best friend in the world, yesterday and she was telling me all that was going down back home up to and including miscellaneous relatives enquiring when she would be getting married. Considering she is only nineteen, both she and I found the idea pretty alarming. I feel like my life is just starting... To get married now?
I'd feel a lot like I'm missing out I guess and I'd regret it like crazy. Maybe its different if you believe the person you are dating is 'the ONE' and you really love each other and all that jazz. I don't exactly believe in there being 'the ONE' but I do believe in loving the person you marry and if you don't think the person you were with is that person... *shrug*. I don't see why you shouldn't marry.
Although, considering I am not seeing anyone at the moment it would be pretty impossible for marriage to be a prospect. Le, however, is scared shitless as, to tell the truth, we aren't all THAT far off from marriable age. Yikes. The day of her wedding I'll probably be just as freaked out as she is.
dallie went mad at 12:44 AM on .
Oooh... Just got a random phone call from a pre-exam younger sister who was stressing. Poor thing. I cannot be gladder that A'levels are behind me although its not like Uni life is peanuts...
As life goes on it gets more and more complicated. When I was younger, my biggest prblem was the math homeowrk I forgot to do or something. I even remember one of my teachers asking the whole class about their problems and most of the girls felt that the ones they had were quite small. Hehehe... That's probably quite unusual considering most of twelve-year-olds I know now think that the planets revolve around them and if they said so, the sun would stop in its path across the sky. But then, maybe that just says a lot about the twelve-year-olds that I am acquainted with.
Oh! Just remembered something that annoyed the HELL out of me recently. My baby sister, the pre-exam one, recently received a distraught phone call from my cousin due to the fact that one of her parents had read her diary and she caught them. I was shocked. If my privacy was invaded in such a way, I would not speak to the person who did it for quite a while and I would expect an apology. What was more infuriating was that the parent who read it had the nerve to say: "What do you need privacy for?"
A lot of things, mister. And if he wasn't older than me I would give him a lecture on trust and your children. Not that I'm an expert or anything but my parents discovering my diary would leave me feeling very betrayed and would bring a lot of trust issues between me and my parents.
Some people, including me and girls younger than me, are reflective people. We need to record our thoughts. We need a way to reflect on our problems and worries. We like to take notes of happy times so that we can look back on them fondly. If your mind is truly organised enough to keep everything in line, that's great, but if like me you like to poke ideas from every angle than a journal/diary is not only useful... It's neccessary.
Just the idea of my dad or mom reading my PRIVATE journal would probably kill me...
One things for certain. I will not do that to my children. I want to know what my children think but if they have thoughts and feelings they want to keep to themselves and it is best to respect that because one day, they might actually trust you with some of them. Why? Because you trusted them enough not to pry.
As life goes on it gets more and more complicated. When I was younger, my biggest prblem was the math homeowrk I forgot to do or something. I even remember one of my teachers asking the whole class about their problems and most of the girls felt that the ones they had were quite small. Hehehe... That's probably quite unusual considering most of twelve-year-olds I know now think that the planets revolve around them and if they said so, the sun would stop in its path across the sky. But then, maybe that just says a lot about the twelve-year-olds that I am acquainted with.
Oh! Just remembered something that annoyed the HELL out of me recently. My baby sister, the pre-exam one, recently received a distraught phone call from my cousin due to the fact that one of her parents had read her diary and she caught them. I was shocked. If my privacy was invaded in such a way, I would not speak to the person who did it for quite a while and I would expect an apology. What was more infuriating was that the parent who read it had the nerve to say: "What do you need privacy for?"
A lot of things, mister. And if he wasn't older than me I would give him a lecture on trust and your children. Not that I'm an expert or anything but my parents discovering my diary would leave me feeling very betrayed and would bring a lot of trust issues between me and my parents.
Some people, including me and girls younger than me, are reflective people. We need to record our thoughts. We need a way to reflect on our problems and worries. We like to take notes of happy times so that we can look back on them fondly. If your mind is truly organised enough to keep everything in line, that's great, but if like me you like to poke ideas from every angle than a journal/diary is not only useful... It's neccessary.
Just the idea of my dad or mom reading my PRIVATE journal would probably kill me...
One things for certain. I will not do that to my children. I want to know what my children think but if they have thoughts and feelings they want to keep to themselves and it is best to respect that because one day, they might actually trust you with some of them. Why? Because you trusted them enough not to pry.
dallie went mad at 11:47 PM on Saturday, June 07, 2003.
Wow... A new blog...
Blog's for me are like shades of lipstick. When one doesn't suit you anymore, you buy a new one! Wa-hey!
I am currently pissed off with men in general and am kind of glad I am currently boyfriendless. Seriously, practically EVERY malay guy I know lately has let me down lately. The only one who is behaving himself is my DAD! Says a LOT about Bruneian guys though. *sigh* Honestly... Sometimes I just feel like throttling every single one and yelling: "Spoiled! Spoiled! Spoiled! You are all so SPOILED!"
Seriously, I just CANNOT understand why men are allergic to apologising? I have to do it on a regular basis due to my freaking stupid tendency to spit out really crap comments when I'm angry so what makes a Bruneian GUY so special that he doesn't have to? I seriously think that there is something VERY flawed about the way boys are raised in my country. I noticed it even when I was a child. The girls got disciplined and the boys got indulged and let off the hook?!?!
Argh... I am glad I don't have brothers...
Blog's for me are like shades of lipstick. When one doesn't suit you anymore, you buy a new one! Wa-hey!
I am currently pissed off with men in general and am kind of glad I am currently boyfriendless. Seriously, practically EVERY malay guy I know lately has let me down lately. The only one who is behaving himself is my DAD! Says a LOT about Bruneian guys though. *sigh* Honestly... Sometimes I just feel like throttling every single one and yelling: "Spoiled! Spoiled! Spoiled! You are all so SPOILED!"
Seriously, I just CANNOT understand why men are allergic to apologising? I have to do it on a regular basis due to my freaking stupid tendency to spit out really crap comments when I'm angry so what makes a Bruneian GUY so special that he doesn't have to? I seriously think that there is something VERY flawed about the way boys are raised in my country. I noticed it even when I was a child. The girls got disciplined and the boys got indulged and let off the hook?!?!
Argh... I am glad I don't have brothers...
dallie went mad at 1:19 AM on .