BANKSY

OMFG.

Banksy's having a free admission exhibit in Bristol Museum.

I WANNA GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please please please come to Singapore too. PLEASE!


View the trailer here ->
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRai9x8aD3A

HP

Stupid blogger can't upload any pics. In fact, the whole top part of the font size, font type and whatever is GONE.

Anyway, I just watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince yesterday. Anyone who's planning to watch it and is a big fan of it and you haven't, should not read on.

I think the effects were good, generally. I like the gloomy theme of the whole movie but I think anyone who doesn't read Harry Potter will find it extremely confusing because they've not explained many things. And of course, other parts they totally changed it.

Number one, I don't like the new pensieve.

Number two, why the hell was the Weasleys' house on fire and under attack!? If I remember correctly in the book, the Weasleys' house was kept under many wards and spells so Death Eaters could not apparate or attack the place. AND. The next book got Bill and Fleur's wedding there! SO IRRITATING!

Number three, what the hell was Ginny doing, being in the Room of Requirement with Harry!!!
In the book, Harry was supposed to have hurriedly run to the ROR to stash his Potions book under this statue or something when Snape demanded for it after he found Draco bleeding badly from the Sectumsempra spell.
HARRY IS SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHERE HE PUT IT BECAUSE HE'LL REMEMBER THE DIADEM THAT WAS ON THE STATUE, WHICH WAS ONE OF THE HORCRUX!
If Ginny hid it, then how the hell would Harry remember a diadem! Tsk.

I bet it's just because they want to show Harry and Ginny's relationship blossoming. That was so unnecessary though.

Number four, they didn't explain the Madam Rosmerta of the bar in Hogsmeade as the one who was imperiused and pass the cursed necklace.

Number five, Dumbledore didn't explain to Harry about what objects Voldermort would most likely choose for his Horcruxes. Which would be damn difficult to explain in the next movie!!!

Number six, how come Cormac Mclaggen turned out to be a hottie!? In the book he was supposed to be really awful. 'Large and wiry-haired'.

Number seven, they didn't put in the part about Hermione talking about Eileen Prince who married Tobias Snape, which in turn popped out Severus Snape.

Number eight, where's the whole part of Dumbledore's funeral! And the Pheonix's mourning song! In the show it only screeched like one time then he flew away!

Number nine, they didn't say that Malfoy only found out the linking sister vanishing cabinets was the one in the ROR and the other in Borgin and Burkes because Montague got lost in it in the previous year.

Number ten, why was Luna the one who found Harry!? It was supposed to be Tonks doing her duty!

Number eleven, Harry didn't use the Peruvian Instant Darkness powder in the train. Malfoy used it at the end during the attack.

Number twelve, they totally missed out the whole part of the Apparition lessons and tests.

Number thirteen, HARRY DID NOT DRINK THE WHOLE BOTTLE OF FELIX FELICIS! He 'took a carefully measured gulp'. He used the rest of it for the DA to protect Hogwarts.

SO ANNOYING. I mean I understand they've changed it for movie/commercial purposes, but so much so that it doesn't really make sense? And to people who doesn't read the books, how!!!? Like an example, points number 2,3,4,5,7,9,12 and 13.

Fenrir Greyback looks cool though.

Anyway, Fatty was damn funny. At the start of the show where Harry was at the subway's cafe and this black girl approached him..

Fatty: Wa, this Harry Potter always fall in love with different types of people ah. Last time is a Chinese, now is a black.

HHAHAHHAHAA.

And when we were rushing to get to our seats, I accidentally stepped on someone's shoe. Trying to lift up my feet and saying sorry, so I wouldn't dirty the person's shoe even further, I lost balance and I sat on this guy's right knee and his girlfriend's left knee. OMG! I kept laughing and saying sorry. I thought I should feel embarrassed, but I can't help laughing!

Anyway, Harry seems quite short! Hermione looks taller than him, omg.

I bought 8 Days too. Because Megan Fox's on the cover. I nearly died from the boob shape.

WOMD

So I was whistling the "Loving You" song by Minnie Riperton because I was thinking about Generation Kill in the shower when I saw my mom's shadow against the toilet door. I could tell she was bringing the clothes in.

Me: MOMMY! WHAT YOU DOING!!!!?

(I love shouting very loud all of a sudden to scare my mom, or like knocking very hard < BAM BAM BAM! > on her toilet door when she's bathing and thus giving her a scare, even though this has happened so many times I think she shouldn't be scared anymore, but she still does get scared.)

Mommy: Tou Kan Ni! (Tom-peeping you!)

Me
(Shampoo foam getting into eyes): Nice a not!?

Mommy: Neneh dua dua liap! HAHAHA! (Neneh very big!)

Me: You then!!!

She continued to do her stuff so I started whistling again. I suddenly realised how peaceful things are, no Indian music!

Okay, maybe I should provide you with some background about my Indian neighbours. Or maybe they're not Indians, but just like to blast the same few Indian songs on their stereo every morning.
Anyway, since we've moved to this Clementi flat, it seems that they took the "Welcome to your new home above us"-thing to another level.

By blasting chanting-Indian music on their speakers, EVERY SINGLE MORNING.
And mostly at 7am. Or around there. And they keep replaying the song until the afternoon.

I swear I can even whistle the tunes to you. The rest of my family can too. Or they try to. Like my sister, who I sometimes think is a bit tone-deaf. HA HA HA.

So I really hate them. I've tried to keep things civil by shouting at them through the toilet window (it faces their room below us) to shut the hell up. Okay, I said tried to. But I mean, can you imagine being woken up almost every morning by the same 2 Indian songs! That's loud enough to be even heard through a whole floor below us!!!?

One day, which was on a Saturday and my parents weren't home, my sister saw me in the kitchen filling up plastic bags with water.

2nd sis: Er, what you doing?

Me: I want to throw water bombs at them. (Indicating the Indian neighbours because just then their music was freaking loud.)

2nd sis: You very wu-liao you know.

Me: Want to help me?

2nd sis: NO...think I so free is it.

I filled up about 3 bags and took my WOMD (Weapons of Mass Destruction) to the toilet. I took my niece's pink stool and stood up on it. Since, I'm so short, I had to stand on the toilet bowl to get a clear view from the window to their house.

SPLAT!

The first bag totally missed their window and landed on someone's air-con fan-thing below. Oops, sorry.

SPLASH!!!

Me: WUHOO! Er Jie I just hit their window!!

2nd sis (Making her coffee): Sure not. Later you get caught I sure laugh at you one.

Me: TSK.

PIAK!

Shit, the third one got hit by their window ledge.

Anyway, after that water-bomb exercise, they stopped playing their music so loudly. And now, I hardly ever hear it anymore. To the point of not hearing it at all.


Mission accomplished.





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"Pocahontas. Wonderful children's cartoon," Colbert says. "I like the music."

"Dog, Pocahontas is another case of your people shitting on mine. What's the true story of Pocahontas? White boys come into the new land, deceive a corrupt Indian chief, kill ninety percent of the men and rape all the women. What does Disney do? They make this tragedy , the genocide of my people, into a love story with a singing racoon. I ask you, would a white man make a love story about Auschwitz where a skinny-ass inmate falls in love with a guard, with a singing racoon and dancing swastikas? Dog, I was ashamed for my daughter to see this."

"Just what race are you, Poke?" Colbert asks, referring to Espera by the nickname only his friends use. "I mean, are you Latino, Indian or white? Or are you just whatever race happens to be cool at the time?"

"Shut up, white boy, and go eat a baloney sandwich," Espera says.

- Generation Kill by Evan Wright.

Purple Teardrops I Cry.

"Älskar du mig?"

"Det är klart jag älskar dig."

"Pusspuss."

"Kom hit!"

"Litar du på mig?"

"Självklart."

"Sluta!"

"Titta in i kameran!"

"Vad gör du?"

"Sluta! Sluta!"

"Jävla fitta!"

FACNE.

My dear Tracy Lee has given me a cure for my occasional Bacne problems.

"Vinegar.", she says.

She says it really works.
Either that or she just wants me to stink like mad/make fun of me.
Like trying hard to squirt it all over my back and stand stark nekkid in the toilet and I have to wait til' it's dry and can be able to be washed off.

So she asked jokingly if I have Chacne. ('Chacne' is Chest Acne and 'Bacne' is like Back Acne, if you're still clueless about what I've been talking about for the last few minutes..)

We were laughing over it then I realised that these words don't make sense.
If not, doesn't it mean that those on the face is like, "Facne" ?!

Although I just made up the bloody word 'Bacne' and Tracy's 'Chacne'. Amazing how Tracy and I can understand each other so well sometimes. HAHA!

Anyway, try saying out 'Facne' (Pronounced - 'FACK-KNEE'), it feels damn good to do so.

Sounds kinda like a polite 'fuck you'.

Bleed.

I nearly died just now.

My dad made me on my laptop to watch this video of a Malay man getting 20 strokes of the cane on AsiaOne's website.

I always thought there was a restriction on the maximum number of times a person can get caned per session, but the poor guy got 20 strokes in a row!

I mean, ya you can argue that he dealed drugs and all that, but I feel the pain man.
Not that I don't think he deserved it. I do think rapists deserve it. Maybe even the death penalty.

No, cane 24 strokes then haven't even heal finish then hang them.

Rapists are my number one hate.

Anyway, my dad was still marvelling how the guy can get up and walk after the caning. He said usually people would have fainted already.

Halfway through the man started moaning and shouting out, but I think he was quite brave.

I mean, if it were me, I would be like, "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! CAN YOU DON'T CANE ON THE SAME SPOT! SHIT SHIT SHIT!"

The worse thing was that the cane-ner (whatever you call it), caned the guy on the same spot so many times.

So I started thinking, I mean, if your butt got so swollen and raw from the wounds and of course, painful, there's so many things you can't do!

You can't even sit, like me now typing on the computer. You can't sit and eat your lunch/dinner in peace, you can't sit to read a book (I mean, what else could you do in a prison right?), or run and play basketball or whatever.

You can't bend down and take things, how do you even wear your underwear!!?

Omg, how do you bathe?!

Even walking would be a chore right?

And you can't even sleep properly. Unless you're one of the weird people that likes to sleep on their front.

Actually, the worse thing is, you can't even sit on the toilet bowl and take a blessed dump.

LifeFlow

I don't want school to start.

I don't want school to start.

I don't want school to start.



"A bottle of O- please."

I Wanna Take a Ride on Your Disco Stick.

I was walking past Gramophone yesterday when I saw this poster.

Lady Gaga's coming to Singapore!

I'm not a huge fan of her. Honestly I used to have this image of her with a huge-ass cone-shaped hair on her head (don't ask me why) and she's like quite old, like 30+, 40 or something.

Turns out I'm wrong.

She's 23 and erm, I think I had that image because that was one of her wigs in her Paparazzi MTV. But I really don't recall seeing her before Tracy first asked me how I feel about her, so I really don't know why I'll have that image of her in my head, weeks before I've seen the MTV.

But, I am a fan of her boobs.

Okay, and songs k. Some.

AND OMG!!!!!!

Yesterday I watched High Voltage with Fatty and there was this really surprising scene when Chester Bennington from my ALL-TIME FAVOURITE BAND, Linkin Park appeared at the horse tracks. Chelios had to recharge his heart but he couldn't find anything so he called his doctor friend and the doctor said, "Friction."

So Chelios had to rub against other people to get that static electricity. And the first guy he saw was Chester!!!! I was so shocked. And I don't think anyone else in the cinema realised who it was. That scene was damn funny. Chelios tried to rub against Chester while trying to ask him which horse to bet on and Chester was like, "What are you doing man!?"

HAHAHA. Or something like that.

Anyway, the show was R21. My first time omg. I didn't even realise it until we left the cinema and I saw the poster again and I saw that small R21 sign below. I was damn shocked. I mean, when Chelios and the girl was ahem-ing on the horse tracks in front of everyone they mosaiced the parts. So I don't understand why it's R21.

I'm not trying to make a big deal about it. But why I'm saying this is, I'm secretly happy no one checked for my IC! And I'm not even 21 yet, that's the best thing!

HAHAHAHA!
I mean, if you know me people always say I look like 14 years old, 16 or whatever. And my family ALWAYS get a kick out of telling me their colleagues or friends think I look/act like a secondary school kid and checking my ic when I watch movies.

So irritating right. I think it depends on what I wear.

Or maybe it's because of my height. TSK.

And I've been reading Generation Kill. It's really good. The show really follow the book very closely, and many lines of what the actors say are from the book too.

Me likey.

Stay Frosty

My sister bought the Generation Kill book for me! Woot!!!

Hope it's good.

Snip Snip

I decided to have a change of hairstyle yesterday.

Oh you guessed it, I cut my hair into an ultra cool mohawk!

Nope, I didn't. Anyway, I went to cut off my fringe with my mom's older-than-me cut-hair scissors and I had a hard time because, the stupid scissors were kind of rusty.

I don't know if it's that I have very little hair or my own power cut-hair skills, but it seems like I have very little fringe. I'm trying to think it's the latter.

Maybe can experiment on Ernie's hair.

Intercourse With A Vampire

I was youtubing Hundtricket (The Dog Trick) when I found out that Eric Northman (Alexander Skarsgard) was in Lagy Gaga's music video for her song, Paparazzi.

At first, I thought it was quite disturbing, with all the weird choreography/dance moves (the weird twitching and jerking) and then omg I nearly laughed to death when I saw that Alexander Skarsgard who was acting as 'The Boyfriend' got poisoned by her! Damn hot though.

The more I watch it, the more I like it. Cool.

And! Hundtricket is quite funny. I love the part when Micke went into Mario's house (Mario was vacuuming the floor) and asked Simon why was his pants down while playing the PS or whatever. Simon said, "Ask Mario."
Then Mario came in and asked, "Did you take the Tube?" Micke said something like ya or whatever and Mario demanded him to take off his pants because 'who knows how many freaking junkies sat on the same seat in the Tube as you!'.

Then the most funny part happened.

Mario's girlfriend came in and she automatically took off her pants and sat on the couch that was already made squeezy by Micke and Simon. Micke was staring at her.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL


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So that day I was sleeping peacefully, dreaming about flying around old buildings with Ernie by my side (don't ask me why) and I heard this ringing sound. I was trying to ignore it but it got very persistent so I dragged myself up and went outside to answer the bloody phone.

Me: WHAT.
Caller: Hallo! Is Panushwarmy there?? (I think it's spelt like that)
Me: No..
Caller (Indian fella): Are you sure?
Me: Yes...!
Caller: Hallo!!! Panushwarmy Mulikam you know!!!
Me: NO! Does this sound like an Indian household or an Indian person talking to you!!!

BANG.

I hope the phone is not spoilt because I think I banged it down a bit too hard and there was the ringing sound.

Phenomena and Phenomenon

Alright everyone, today on our "Fox Watch" I have good news for you.

Seems like Megan Fox is starring in a role in a new movie called Jennifer's Body.

Megan's role is a high school cheerleader (drools!) whose body is possessed by a demon.

Heard that she'll have a nude scene in it.


WUHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Plus, I have been watching True Blood since last year when the 1st season came out and my sister passed it to me.
I kind of like the idea about the Japanese manufacturing synthetic blood and allowing the vampires of the world to finally come out into public and try to 'mainstream'. I really hope it happens.

And since that day I saw the original novels that True Blood's based on in Borders, I decided to ahem and read them. So I found out that the 1st season is quite accurate! Even the dress that Sookie wears to Fangtasia for the first time with Bill.

I can't really stand Anna Paquin's (Sookie) spacebar. I know its mean, but I kept looking at it while she's talking. And I find it totally funny when Bill called Sookie in the southern accent.

Sounds like 'SUCKY!'.

LOLOLOLOLOLOL. And I love imitating him. It's damn funny how Stephen Moyer have an English accent that is so different from his on-screen voice. I couldn't quite believe it.

Anyway, this morning, more like afternoon actually, because I woke at 12pm when I woke up, I was feeling quite depressed. Must be the hormones.
I was lying on my bed with a horribly straight back because I think I slept in the 'pencil' position as my sister always says her friends say she does, for too long. So my back was stiff and abit painful.

I had a sudden inspiration. Okay, maybe not so sudden because I've thought about this before. But I was thinking how yesterday I was doing something on my computer and I got the sense of deja vu. Like you know you've dream about this particular scene before and you feel like this EXACT thing has happened?

And it must be a phenomenon because you're sure you've never seen the object/file/scene/setting in your whole life before and you actually dreamt about it even before experiencing it.

So is it safe to actually conclude that this form of dejavu is like a mild case of see-ing? As in, looking into the future, I don't know what it's called.
I mean, if such an incredible thing can happen that you actually dream a visual picture of the future (at least for me it's a picture, and there were times when I had dejavu of actual conversations with people) , shouldn't things like telepathic ability, telekinesis, levitation, or maybe even VAMPIRES actually can exist!?

I mean, I know during sleep your brain waves become different and all that. Maybe its the brain waves that made such abilities surface more strongly. I know everyone has different kinds of brain waves and length/brain signatures, whatever you call it.
I remember how sometimes I can do a paper in a different mind state and actually scored well. As in, like a door opened. I don't know how to explain it.

And why can't this happen more frequently!? TSK.

Also, if there have been worldwide reports about ghosts, telepathic abilities and etc, why can't it be true? I mean, there should be a basis in truth with so many people's accounts right? Its just maybe you can't see it, or you weren't in the right mind state, or maybe there's a conspiracy like they say and the government tries to cover it up!

Maybe, all those tips about terrorist attacks that get foiled by government agents come from people with abilities like that!!!

OMG OMG!

I might be on to something! Either that or I'm going a bit crazy.
I bet you can imagine Tan Wen Er in the I-just-woke-up mad hair with the crazed look in her eyes sitting on the chair typing away like a demented woman.

Wait, I do think I look like that now. Shit.

Anyway, if this is really true, the government would want to do something about it right? Hush it up so the public wouldn't feel so out-of-this-world and nothing is as predictable and controllable as it seems and create an uproar or whatever.

So if I'm getting close to the truth (without any proof), maybe the gov would delete this post. Or abduct me and wipe all my traces. Or! They'll not do anything because they just want people who actually reads this blog think I'm a crazy woman and laugh at my post!

HUH. Okay, I think my blood sugar level is a bit too low.

TOPSHOP <3s ERNIE TOO.

OMG OMG OMG!!!

Today I met Tracy in town and when we went to Topshop's undie corner I found this!

DAMN CUTE RIGHT!!

Ernie was just begging me to buy it in my bag.

The front says " "hey" ernie" and the back is his face peeking out.

I love it! It shall be my new favourite underwear from now on. Then my ladybug ones.

I shall wear it everyday.

No washing it.

Maybe wear adult diapers so I don't have to wash.

Wear a white dress with my "hey" ernie panties so can let people see.

Hmm.

Mad About The Hatter.

I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!!

Johnny Depp is acting as the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland. Wuhoo.

Anyway, about 2 months ago I ordered The Sims online and it was supposed to be delivered to my house..

Me: Mommy, Pa, there will be a package for me, help me sign and take or whatever k? If I happen to be out.
Mommy: Okay, what is in it!?
Pops: YOU THINK I'M YOUR SERVANT!!!??

2 days later...

Me: YAY, I finally got it!
Pops: WHAT IS IT!? WHAT DID YOU ORDER?
Me(clutches the box to my chest): Don't tell you...

/Faster run into the room..

Pops (Follows in..): Tell Papa la...
Me (Turn away and show him my back.): NO!!
Pops: Faster...
Me: NO!!!!!!!!!!!! You sure nag like mad one...
Pops: I won't..Kuai dian tell papa what you buy.
Me: I SAID NO.

/After 5 minutes of non-stop pestering..

Me: AIYA FINE LA! But you must promise not to nag or tell mommy about it.
Pops: Ya..ya..

/Shows him the DVD.

Pops: Sure quite expensive one right...

A week later when my sister and I bought the hamsters and my parents found out about it, my dad kept nagging and nagging how smelly it is and how we waste money, this and that. Then he brought up the bloody DVD thing.

Pops: You don't even know how to take care of yourself you want to take care of the hamsters! You know how smelly it is a not!? You buy the DVD game already Papa never say anything...
Mommy: What DVD?
Pops: There, that day she order one...


WTH RIGHT.


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During the Genting trip I bought a bag from Mango which costs like 59 ringgit (~S$24.58) -> SO FREAKING CHEAP RIGHT!? So of course must buy.
Anyway, I left the store, happy with my purchase while the rest of my family and I waited for my eldest sis to come out of the changing room.

Pops: Er...What did you buy?
Me: I'm so not going to tell you lo..
Pops: Quick! Tell papa!
Me: NO WAY! You sure nag one!
Me (Successfully imitating his voice.): "YOU ALWAYS BUY BUY BUY ALL THE BAGS!!!!!"
Pops (Giving the "TSK" face) : TSK. Papa never like that lo!
--> Now I realise that his expression was actually the shit-how-she-know-I'll-say-that face.

/Opens the bag...

Pops: Not real leather you know...its PVC!


SO TURN OFF RIGHT.


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So this morning my dad came in trying to vacuum the floor when I was sleeping. He was grumbling and tsk-ing like mad over everything and nothing.
I understand how annoying it feels to vacuum the floor. The noise is really irritating, the dust is gross and dragging the huge-ass vacuum cleaner around small spaces is not helping also.

I understand! I also feel irritated when vacuuming the floor but I don't make any audible sounds of complain okay!!!!


/Roughly pushing my chair away(with my bags on it)..

Pops: YOU SEE YOU BUY BUY BUY ALL THE BAGS!!


OMG. I knew it. Once bitten, twice shy.
I'll never, ever tell my dad about my purchases EVER again. He can't freaking keep his mouth shut. And his promises. Which apparently amounts to nothing in his moral/integrity/whatever it's called.

NO MORE TRUSTING MY FATHER WITH PROMISES.

I'm freaking pissed.
And it's not only because he came in with the vacuum cleaner roaring like mad at 10am when I was still asleep k.

A Lil' Piece of Heaven

Let me introduce to you my new celebrity eyecandy.

/Drumroll.............

EMMA WATSON!

Omg right. I'm sure how many of you guys are thinking, what did our 11 year old Hermione grow into?

She looks a bit like Kristen Stewart here though. Which is not a good thing, because I do not like her.

Reasons why we should elect her as celebrity eyecandy no 2. ( Number 1 is Ms Megan Fox k. )

(1) She's hot.
(2) She's not really in the acting business for the fame.
(3) She's smart ( Scored straight As for A Levels k! But maybe June paper that's why..Okay nevermind. )
(4) She's hot.

Ahhh. A little bit of heaven is always good.

By the way,

MY TIMETABLE IS DAMN SCREWED UP!!!

One of them is every even week no tutorial, the other is every odd week no tutorial. I have lessons almost everyday. Ugh.

Tomorrow I'm leaving for Genting. A trip that I was looking forward to until...

Anyway, Tracy came over just now.
Had really shiokedelic Botak Jones Cajun Chicken dinner. YUM.

Then she saw this stupid Indian man jerking off on a bench near us. Luckily my back was facing him. I can't believe how Tracy could feel so calm. If it's me I'll be like shouting at the top of my voice then throw my rubber slipper at his head.

I'm kinda missing Left4Dead. Miss Tracy Lee, miss my nice bed at home...I'm planning to not sleep the whole night then konk out in the bus to Genting later.

Okay bye.

SHIT.

HOW COME I CAN'T UPLOAD ANY PHOTOS!? TSK.

Pins and Needles.

Today, I went to visit the TCM doctor again.

All because of my oversensitive gag-reflex, like the guy in Ghost Town.
Okay okay, once bitten, twice shy but whatever. I wrenched a bit too hard again and I sprained my back. This morning I was in horrible pain.

So I went in and told her about what happened and the doctor said she'll be doing acupuncture on me.
I think I gave her the WTF-IS-MY-BACK-INJURY-REALLY-THAT-BAD-THAT-YOU-HAVE-TO-RESORT-TO-STICKING-NEEDLES-IN-ME expression and she quickly asked, if I didn't mind..

I faster shut my mouth and told her that frankly, I've never done it before and I wouldn't mind the experience.

She started to prepare the bed and I was thinking back about me trying to hold the bed still and I laughed.

"You she me shi qing na me hao xiao de ma?"
/Is there something to be funny about?

"Er..no no."

I faster got on to the bed.

She asked me to stay still and tell her if I feel uncomfortable when she put in the needles.

Okay hold on here, what exactly did her unconfortable feeling mean? Is it the wierd feeling? Or itchy? Or pain? Or queasy? Or...?

So the needle went behind my right knee first (NO PAIN! Surprise.) and my left knee omg I really don't know where she poked it but it was damn painful. As in the sharp pain. I didn't understand. I mean if the right knee no pain at all why the left knee like that right.

I think I gasped a little and she asked if it's pain.
I said yes! Then she said, "Is it the needle go in that kind of pain?" "Er, ya."
Then I think she went to turn the needle a few times and it didn't really help, AT ALL. In fact, the pain was still there.

Okay anyway, after that she poked another 2 needles in the nerves at my lower back.
I don't know exactly how she found out but she knew that this time my right side was hurting and she started to massage me, gently. Not like the first time when she massaged for me.
So that equals to no bed-creaking sounds.

I told her about the cycling thing, like it came back after I cycled and she said I shouldn't do such vigorous exercises like that because it used a lot of the strength from the lower back and body. And she asked if I felt this kind of difficulty when I tried to put on my shorts and stuff.

I was like YA! Because I didn't know that she'll think about that and frankly, I have been having difficulties doing so. SO! My dear Ms Fox, if you are willing to put them on for me..

Anyway, she asked me not to do any strenuous exercise for the next 3 months if not I'll have to keep coming back. TSK.

Ugh.

Tomorrow have to register my courses for my new sem. I have this core course on Cognitive Psychology, by this Dr Michael Patterson. Don't know if I remember correctly but on the HSS Welcome Ceremony Day I think the speech he gave was quite funny. Hopefully his lectures will be too. Pray for me k.

And another on Abnormal Psychology. Which until today I'm still thinking whether my that old Psych lecturer from China said either that it's a very difficult course to do? or that it's a very difficult course for people to get in. Because of her erm, heavily accented and thick-tongued English. That and I was half-awake and my half-deaf ears.

I mean, her lectures were early in the morning you know. And it doesn't help that we have to go there with gummy eyelids and have to smell the take-off-the-shoes smell in the lecture theatre for 2 hours and at the same time try our best to decipher what the hell she's trying to say.

Her "threshold" sounds like "asshole" okay. That woke me up for a few minutes then.

Back to the topic, the last one's on Personality and Individual Differences. I hope they all aren't like the Developmental Psych of last sem, which nearly killed me with the reading.

Omg, my mom suddenly rushed into my room and asked my sister for her IC because she wanted to know her blood type. My sister said hers is O+, same as my dad's. Then she started explaining how my aunts (my father's sisters) were saying how my dad can't have O+ blood type because my grandparents are both B+.

I was a bit shocked because one of my aunts is a nurse and her husband is a doctor specialising in some blood thing in the hospital. I mean, they should know right?
Unless my memory on blood-typing is faulty or I totally misunderstood my bio teacher's Malaysian accent.

My mother was hinting that maybe my father is not my grandfather's son! HAHA.

Okay Bio class 101.

Everyone has 2 alleles for blood-typing. Alleles for A and B are equally dominant and will be expressed, but O is recessive. So if you're a I'A and I'O, your blood type will be expressed as A. Blood type O can only be expressed if you have both recessive alleles of O.

Parental Genotype (Grandparents, possibly): I'B I'O X I'B I'O
Possible Genotype of Offsprings: 50% I'B I'O, 25% I'B I'B and 25% I'O I'O.

So obviously my dad must be the last 25% right. TSK.