"When I grow up..."

Irritatingly (sorry people, neighbours), "When I Grow Up" by PSD has been our theme for the month. My housemate and I have no qualms dancing in front of my new Samsung when MTV plays them music video. But damn irritatingly true - we girls have always wanted fame. "So, u mean WE've grown up?" Not when you not famous....yet. I was never that ambitious to the brink of craving for fame, and never a bucket list too (read: Jonie). But having to live with her for a while, the darker side of me has emerged. Yes, I WANT TO BE FAMOUS. 

Singing isn't our forte, our brains (yes, we have brains) isn't doing us any good right now, can't dance, can't sports, can't catwalk. "now, lay low, ladies....." But now, remember we're both Masters and Ph.d. material. She's a pyschology major and I'm...errr....you all know what I'm up to (and I'm getting sick of that word).

Nope, we are not shiok sendiri. Serious business. You people should know. Especially when Ivy is involved. I have faith. You would have to concur that FP and I are one powerful combo. Different in character and taste - me: sporty, and independent while she: feministic in nature and an attention-seeker, our differences makes us a (hypothetically) good team. Me, having overworked my left brain have always looked up to her art-tish and creative taste. I love writing and reading political books or classics; she loves sleeping and reading Cleo. She eats nothing, I eat everything. She can't even run a mile, I can run (only) ten. She talks, I listen (nah! :P) 

But it is our similarities that makes us, us! We are both cunning in our own ways. We both adore guys; we love clothes (read: shopping). Plus, can't deny we're both vertically-challenged; giggle way too much; both cutey pies; height-phobics; love the pool; love bikinis; love sleeping on the sofa; love to watch Project Runway; love Chris Siriano (because he's fierce and gay) and we both love ANTM because we both know we can never have those legs. And we both can run on heels. Now, try that! But no, we're are not trying to be paris and nicole. We are friends, we love fun, and and it's our fate.

You've been waiting, I know. What's gonna make (or break) us? An audition tape and a book. (ask us about it).

At the end of the day, u should know it's not about being famous. It's about knowing what our fortes and our weaknesses are and you know you've tried. And at least, we want to grow up.

When I grow up 

I wanna be famous 

I wanna be a star 

I wanna be in movies 

When I grow up 

I wanna see the world 

Drive nice cars 

I wanna have Groupies 

When I grow up 

Be on TV 

People know me 

Be on magazines 

When I grow up 

Fresh and clean 

Number one chick when I step out on the scene 

But be careful what you wish for 

'Cause you just might get it 

But you just might get it 

But You just might get it 

TIME, FAST, and FLIGHT?

Time flies. As I am writing this posts, my friends are all counting their final hours before buka puasa. They claimed time flies when it comes to puasa. "Just keep yourself busy and don't sleep around". I think she actually meant: "Don't laze around" :P

I couldn't help but ponder at her words. I am always busy. Ask my colleagues, ask everyone. Even when it's relatively not busy (subjective!), I'll just SAY it out loud to everyone and myself that I am BUSY. "So don't kacau me". My friends in the lab kept asking me to slow down. Many ppl claimed that I'll wrinkle fast if I kept up with the current pace. There's little pressure, but I tend to do things fast. And sometimes, with one eye closed. Because to me, there's sooo much to do in life; so little time to waste. One step at a time??? Nah, can't do that.

Last week was just the Port Dickson trip and before I even knew it, it's already this week. Time flies when you had fun. Time flies when you're returning from a trip rather than when you're heading for somewhere. There were soo much to say, play, but soo little time! Before I can even say goodnight or goodbye to Ow's and Ian's Chivas and JD, my buddies have all dropped 'dead' :P Come on, I was the one losing almost every round!......give me more time to win back lahhh!

Time flies while clubbing too. Maybe it was just because we girls always arrive late all the time. Even before our erotic selves comes alive, they have turned on the lights. Potong stim. This merdeka celebration was a memorable one. I wasn't my usual self, the music kinda sucked, the crowd was one too many, and the DJ played a remix-disco version of Alleycats' "Aku Anak Malaysia" when the clock struck 12 (I thanked God it wasn't "Negaraku" because if that was so, hundreds of clubbers will be thrown into Kamunting jail). Though I had quite some fun that night, I came back home with a soreful heart and a confidence of the lowest low. At that time, I wish time flew....fast.

Well, time did fly. Next thing in the morning, without even brushing my teeth, I headed back to Ipoh. I had friends that really woke me up from my sad and self-despising mode. Thank you. Everyone made me laughed and Zohan made me laughed even more the next day. I did have a great time and sometimes I wish I hadn't had my own house in KL so as to bring me heart closer to my real HOME.

One Japanese haiku poem I've read had this to say (I am a history enthusiast). I dunno the exact phrase, but I know it meant something like that: Our life is like a sakura flower. It blooms rarely, but as fast as it blooms and before you can even appreciate it, it withers to the ground. Sad, but that's life. That's how I felt earlier. No time. Just soo unfair. Nice/pretty things goes away faster than you can even think..........

Photos first, blog later.

This week will be a hyper busy week for me, but I did enjoy the trip to Pangkor last weekend. I have no time to blog about it, but pics do mean a thousand words.

Thanks you guys/gals for making this trip happen. Appreciate it so much.

Photos: http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/cchivy/PulauPangkorTrip2324August2008

Love, Ivy

Minutes of Kuantan.

Kuantan airport --> Hired Car --> Wira Automatic --> "Wah, tak ada Kelisa meh?!" Wira expensive lah --> Sesat --> Found hotel. Too early. --> "Yay! - a Starbucks nearby" --> Chamomile-Tea --> Facebook --> text my colleagues --> "Eii, mana you all??" ---> "Sudah sampai" ---> Makan --> Gossip --> My professor thinks meal too expensive ---> taruh the restaurant: "Wei, though we are tourists, we're not stupid lahh!" --> Colleagues checked in ---> "creepy lah, your resthouse" ---> Register as participant at Hyatt --> "Wah, nice swimming pool!" ---> Short, but scenic beach --> East-Coast Mall --> "Wah, another Starbucks here. There's only 1 in Ipoh" --> Eat laksa --> You balik your creepy hotel; I love my cozy hotel --> Alone. Scared. ---> Watch HellBoy 2 pirated DVD ---> Olympics --> Ter-sleep.

L-R: Starbucks in Berjaya Megamall, Chamomile-T, Extremely beautiful beach of Teluk Chempedak

Aiya, late! Snoozed 3 times --> Drive recklessly --> Lost --> Alas, Hyatt --> Papers after papers; presentations after presentations --> Boring --> Found out that 'Yakult has human feces-bacteria' --> Lunch --> Dr. Tan found me --> become his kuli --> Presented posters --> Car missing, friends 'stole' ---> Swimming --> Pina colada by the pool --> Freestyle, thinking of Park Tae-Hwan --> Alone --> "So many ppl wanna tumpang my car arrr??? Please queue-up" --> Lost (again!) --> I forgo my Grand Dinner --> for Malaysia --> Watch Malaysia kena belasah in Badminton finals --> Dissapointed --> Alone --> "Should have just gone for the Grand dinner" :(

L-R: My poster; My new friend (she's soo nice), Lunch ALONE.

Hyatt --> Dr. Ting's presentation - My ultimate rival in research! --> Flirted with judges --> Later told me I win 3rd place (again! think AMC2007) --> Buy souvenirs --> Sleep in my cozy hotel --> Sleep --> Dream of Patrick, my doggy :P --> Sleeeeeeeeeep --> Prayed that I don't snooze next morning.

Airasia --> KL --> No place like KL. My home.

And it's not even Christmas!

You see, there are many surprises in life. My surprises came in a form of food and gifts.

So, a few surprises by friends. This one's from an newly known friend. It's a mudpie from TGIF. Maybe I've never eaten a mudpie before, but wow, does mudpie really look like this (see below)? This take-away mudpie really 'aroused' my palate and senses. Good 'first impression'. I think this friend knew I had to be reminded of my poo-poo, eh?

My housemate bought me gifts from Singapore. One was a devil's undie (no pictures of it, you wish!) and another was a PRINCE FROG-IN-AN-EGG. If you read Bea's blog, her latest post reminded me of this special gift. Nope, I don't have to kiss the frog (because obviously I am no Princess :P). I had to fill it with water and the frog will melt (euwww..) and voila!, it turns to prince charming. Now here's the catch: you need to wait for 3-4 days before it is 'fully grown'? Errr...

3 days after: What I thought would be Prince William, was a naked prince with distorted mouth and eye-piece. Thank God I didn't kiss it.My brother was the real santa: Bought me a Burberry Brit EDT. Wow, a genuine Burberry and it's not even my birthday?!?! I love the masculine smell. Wait, did I say masculine? Man, this is not good.
And a the best gift this month was a bouquet of dark red roses, sent to my lab, to the amusement of my colleagues and and the hoo-haa of the whole faculty. Oh man! I love them! Ya, buy Kian Ming and Tony Pua a drink, ya?! There's a reason why blogs are life-changing...

As of today...

As of today...

1. My poo-poo returned to normal. I wonder if you know what that means, but this MEANT A LOT TO ME!. So, keep wondering....
(I knew it - a doctor cured me. Gave me lao-sai ubat)

2. I submitted two abstracts for two conferences. I dunno if that meant anything to you. But that MEANT A LOT TO ME. I've not slept well for days thinking about the dateline.

3. My insects made me look like a fool for the pass few days. I was going to screw them, but they went to corrective school (i.e. Ministry of LOVE) and that MEANT A LOT TO ME because they started behaving the way I wanted them to today. Oooo...Big brother's watching!

4. Uncle Kuok knows I am broke and gave me the cash I needed. This MEANT A LOT and THE MOST TO ME.

5. I bluffed him about buying him a Burberry T-shirt, but my bro NOW MEANT A LOT TO ME because some fashiony stuffs are cheaper in the US. I've made a US-shopping list.

6. My bed meant a lot to me. But I've been developing a habit - it's called: Sleep on your sofa while watching TV and shut it only when you wake up at 8am. Daily.

7. I've got two books to read. One is called The Gathering by Anne Enright, and the other is Just Wars by A. Bell. Still wondering which is more readable and scientific. Neither!
(I've got this habit of reading about history. I should be a historian rather than being with my so-screwed insects!)

8. IT MEANT A LOT TO ME...when I couldn't poo for the pass few weeks and all my friends were concerned and tried soo hard when I couldn't. Thank you! I made it through the 'worst' days of my life.

A 'horror' movie called "The Urge"

I decided to head back to Ipoh. Meeting a family doctor and a family who celebrates the return of their VIP daughter to Ipoh. Since the afternoon barbeque at a farm in UPM (see previous post), I've not pass motion. If I get my maths right, it's been 14 days(??!??!?! ) since I last poo-poo. This remains the most embarassing medical condition yet for me, but hey, it's an extremely SERIOUS medical condition - not a laughing matter! Many people theorized about my condition for not having the urge to go toilet and I think I would gladly sum up their reasons and publish a paper entitled "No Urge in Poo-ing Is a Big Problem for Ivy. Coffee may be the cause." and get a Ph.D.

I know everyone's being helpful, but I unless I go to see a doctor, no solution is reliable. Solutions/Reasons proposed by various individuals: Prunes, Durian (!?!), Vitamin C, Lack of Magnesium, Lactose intolerance, Petai, Papaya, Dragon Fruit, Durian (?) Durian(?) and ya, Durians (REALLY?!). Thank you, my new housemate for buying me prunes extract that costs her a fortune, but unfortunately money can't buy my Urge.

And people, please STTTOOOPPP blaming my Starbucks. My medical condition has nothing to do with coffee. I'm sure of it. If non of this stop, I will post a video on Youtube crying and begging everyone LEAVE MY COFFEE (habits) ALONE!! (hint: leave-britney-alone video) :P

Sunday blues.

I have known to have experience many traffic jams here and about Malaysia, but none was as bad as this. And because it happened on a Sunday, I was extremely sinful and guilty for cursing out loud our government and police (for the roadblocks) on a Sabbath. Another frustrating thingy was that I took a toll road on Sunday and got stucked in a jam. Whereas, if I could have only thought of using the old Serdang Raya tolless road, I would have escape all these crap. Imagine your car being reduced to a standstill - a mere 4-5 metres for an hour! This was just right after the Sg. Besi toll plaza. RM1.60 is the price i paid for an assumption gone wrong. I heard David Cook sang the 'Time Of My Life' twice on the radio. Come on, I love Cook, but a cheesy song TWICE? I kept snapping pictures with my camera phone, but soon realised that I have been taking the same scene for an hour. At last I manuevered through the traffic (in short: potong queue and many lanes) to a less-taken road towards the roundabout of the racecourse near Mines and cancelled all my earlier plans to go KL.

BBQ party photos updates

I'll blog later, but here are some shots of our afternoon (yes, i did say 'afternoon') BBQ party at one of the farms in UPM. Date: 2 July 2008

http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/cchivy/MizieSBirthdayBBQPartyAtLadang102July2008

Tale as old as time.

I always knew Beauty and The Beast was the only Disney cartoon I ever really love. There's no other. I went to the first ever Disney On Ice 4 years ago with Beat and YP back at Bukit Jalil to watch some Beast skating, while Belle fell on her final triple-jump while skating with the singing beast (see, I can still remember vividly :P). I have always had 2 songs in my Sony Walkman - "Belle" and "Beauty And The Beast". It has been there ever since I've got this Walkman a long time ago. These songs have been sang and heard by me sooo many times I can simply read out the lyrics now w/o the tune (esp. "Belle"). Well, still couldn't get enough of it, I went to a musical broadway called Beauty And The Beast recently at KLCC with the girls. It was worth it. And despite knowing the whole story (well, everyone does), I still end up in tears and still end up in UTTER 'SHOCK' after learning that the beast WAS ACTUALLY A CUTE PRINCE. A child in pretence, I am. And it's worth every bit when I'm watching something I love. Something I've dreamt of since young - to believe that being odd is OKAY; because being odd brings you to your prince charming. Not that I'm a Beauty......okay, 'nuff said. :P

P/S: I'm not odd. I just love studying, okay!? It's not odd to study all your life....!

Tale as old as time. True as it can be. Barely even friends. Then somebody bends. Unexpectedly. Just a little change. Small to say the least. Both a little scared. Neither one prepared. Beauty and the Beast. Ever just the same. Ever a surprise. Ever as before. Ever just as sure. As the sun will rise. Tale as old as time. Tune as old as song. Bittersweet and strange. Finding you can change. Learning you were wrong. Certain as the sun. Rising in the east. Tale as old as time. Song as old as rhyme. Beauty and the Beast. Tale as old as time. Song as old as rhyme. Beauty and the Beast.