Genius Destroyed

March 31, 2008

 

This article totally rendered me into shock. I decided to post it up here seeing that you’d probably read the blog more rather than clicking on the links. Eager Beaver sent the link to me through MSN.

 

Maths prodigy who won an Oxford place at 13 is now a £130-an-hour HOOKER

By Keith Gladdis

SHE was a child maths genius who won a place at Oxford University aged just 13—but now the only sums Sufiah Yusof is interested in are the ones she earns as a HOOKER.

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Ash. Is. Bored.

 

We’re having  a lecture on the nervous system and are looking at slides of neurones.

 

Now I wish I hadn’t looked at the slides yesterday night. Cuz the lecturer has a fairy-tale voice. Remember Pn Sarah folks? Good gods. . .

 

It’s akin to this. . .

 

"Once upon a time. . .there lived a peculiar looking brain cell called the neuron. Actually, there lived many types of neurons but for argument’s sake, let’s say there lived just one,"

 

She has THAT kinda voice! No kidding folks! Tho, the life of a neuron is not particularly very interesting. But I swear, this woman’s voice is. . .mystical-sounding.

 

By gods we haven’t even reached the 10th slide, there are 33 slides in this lecture and I’m already bored outta my mind. Note to Ash : do NOT read slides before lecture, if not, attention span becomes significantly reduced in length

 

Alright folks, nothing of substance to report, so I’m ending it here. Toodles.

 

 

It’s A Beautiful Day

March 30, 2008

 

 

I titled this post The Housewife Chronicles at first - because I had to prepare lunch, wash dishes and look after kids today - but with some afterthought, I just had to change it. 

 

Never in my life could I imagine EVER using such a term on myself. Not that I wouldn’t be good at it, I’d be a damned good housewife - I just can’t see myself succumbing to a life like that - no offense to all domesticated women around the globe. Mum had to go clean out her apartment today so Dad followed and they took the maid to help and as such, all the kids are left here with me. It’s a pretty nice change, to have a quiet Sunday at home, my kid co usins around. I like these ones because they aren’t wreaking havoc, Babs is here too and they get sarcasm. I see hope already for the third generation of our family.

 

Currently reading “The Amulet of Samarkand” by Jonathan Stroud. It’s a pretty good book, and not just for fantasy lovers. Yes, even better than the Pothead chronicles. The author uses a first POV approach and the narrator of the story is a very very sarcastic and cynical genie –and now you see why it gets such esteem from moi- and it unfolds quite nicely, seems rather action packed. Usage of one-sentence paragraphs are plentiful so there’s more impact and drama without seeming melodramatic. Drama is good, melodrama is. . .jackshit.

 

And the genie is amazing. Really. Waaaay better than Robin Williams as the blue genie in the Disney version of Aladdin =D

 

I’ve begun analyzing myself. It’s really quite strange. I have many alters to myself, oh yes indeedy. The first one would be the one everyone else sees. The loud brown woman. Then there’s the quiet brown woman – and whenever that alter comes into play, everyone thinks there’s something freakishly wrong with the brown woman. I assure you, I’m alright, I’m not depressed, I’m merely deep in thought about something else, high on life or have transcended into a different plane where I automatically assume that people and the world are too trivial for me and start pondering about higher purposes in life.

 

I think, I just insulted the world =D

 

Anyhoo, back to the self-analysis. You see, I don’t need to travel to countries and soul-search. What On EARTH could other countries you’ve never been to have to offer that could make you understand more about yourself when your SELF is with you the entire time? Seeing that you’ve lived your whole life too, in Malaysia, why search elsewhere? So here I am, sitting in the dining room of my house in Overseas Union Gardens, somewhere around KL, the west coast of the peninsular of Malaysia, just randomly thinking about what a lovely day it is.

 

Sure, it’s going to rain which means the internet is gonna be cut off any moment now. Ah, there it is, the little pop-up button that’s telling me that the wireless connection is temporarily unavailable because OUG has jackshit internet connection. This truly is home.

 

So why am I reveling in the beauty of today and doing a wee bit of self-analysis? There’s no one at home, I feel free. Simple.

 

Back to the self-analysis. So there’s loud me and quiet me. There’s angry bitter me too. And hopeful me. Yes, the brown woman has ounces of hope in her that feed her enough optimism to wake up to another day. That very optimism helps her deal with stupid people and shallow numskulls that live all around her. No, we’re not talking about just family, we’re talking about the goddamned world.

 

There’s unconfident me too. Ironically, not many people see that side. Only two people have, one more so than the other because of a HUGE mistake I made. Until now, I never have been able to seem confident around that person. He knows too much of me and feels pitiful which both scares and annoys me. So I avoid him.

 

By gods, there’s even a romantic me! =D But I shall spare my minions details. We’ll save it for the bedside stories, eh girls? And nightmares for some, certain eager beavers etc.

 

There’s bad me too, the part which contradicts the good spirit in me and goes ahead and does all the bad stuff. What do I mean by bad?

 

That’s for me to know and for yall to hopefully never find out.

 

Either way, the demon in me is under much suppression due to the magnanimous good spirit that dwells within me as well. It is but the classic tale of battle between good and evil. I can almost see the light sabers doing their zinging thing.

 

So what is the point of this post really? Even I haven’t the foggiest!

 

Let’s just say that, people always present different sides of themselves to different people. It is only the extent of these shape-shifting of egos that differ. So don’t you say you don’t do it. You do just that, you probably aren’t very good at it =D

 

Badabing badaboom, I’m DONE.

 

Ps – Smallville really is quite a sad, sad show. Ryan dies! And Clark finds someone that’s NOT Lana and falls head over heels for her and she DIES. By gods!

 

 

 

Ka-ching

March 29, 2008

And Ash reflects yet again! It’s amazing eh? I have tonnes of slides to read, a few connective tissue cells that need memorising,  oodles of notes to finish making -to make the studying easier- and yet, I insist on blogging as a higher priority!

And oh, I shall sleep right after too. My weekends consist of virtual breakfast dates. With just one person, I assure you *grins* I have to be up early and pretend to look like a morning person for the cam =P

 

So here I was thinking again.

About what Ash?

Money

Don’t we all. . .

 

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Well not so much money as in, I want money now thinking. But recent events taking place in my family, amidst friends and in some relationships concerning others, the bottom line is this. . .

 

In general, relationships today are defined by moh-ney.

 

 

"Noooo. . .I could never let something like money come between me and my sweetheart."

 

Now just you take that back. No you don’t, your relationship isn’t any more special than the other couple snogging each other’s faces off down that street. As much as you blatantly deny the fact, ALL relationships of today are very much affected by moh-ney.

 

Think about this. Your other half has no credit to text or call you ||> You get irked, you end up calling him/her, your cash goes off, eventually none of you have cash, there’s no communication, along comes someone else who sees you everyday - BHAM, suddenly your other half isn’t around for you anymore to talk to. And this new being is. Instant chaos. 

 

Or another scenario ||>  There is a wealthy relative in your family. Immediately, all your family members turn to him for support. If he isn’t a generous man, it’s not complicated at all, he’s a rich snob! =D But if he is, then he gives. And gives. And gives. And in human nature, it’s nearly impossible to be that giving and not expect ANYTHING in return. Thus, Mr Rich Generous Man will therein expect your undying gratittude and put an ounce of dominance in the dude and he controls your life! 

 

What else?

 

People with more money, get more respect. You’d be an idiot if you denied this. I’ve known the most solid, responsible and giving of people be torn apart by money woes. What’s so sad is that people just can’t see what’s within the means of a person and it really doesn’t mean they love the other person any less.

 

Money blinds people.  Money changes people. Money talks.

 

 So this is why, when my mother hands me a brand new 50 - and it’s not even allowance day! - and I also have 60 bucks in my wallet and could have had 110 AND the next additional 100 coming in this Monday, I tell her politely to keep it. 

 

Whatever happened to opportunist me?!

 

No, I’m not waging a vehement vendetta against the very thing that enables fortnightly trips to Dorothy Perkins, fattening fast food franchises and looking even more hotter than usual *coughs* I am merely, being, or attempting, to be moderate.  Plus, she can put that 50 aside for the fund that’s going for the new study table and other things that my room needs =D 

 

I’m actually, just, afraid.

 

I need to make money. I need to buy a goddamned house in New Zealand. I need cash to become a BETTER doctor. And I need cash to adopt my multiethnic kids. That leaves zero for the wardrobe impulses and tech gadgets. Goodbye 3 for 10 earrings. Goodbye social life.

 

If this is what it takes to becoming a responsible adult, find me Neverland.

 

Vision Of Love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

by Mariah Carey

 

 

Treated me kind
Sweet destiny
Carried me through desperation
To the one that was waiting for me
It took so long
Still I believed
Somehow the one that I needed
Would find me eventually

I had a vision of love
And it was all that you’ve given to me

Prayed through the nights
Felt so alone
Suffered from alienation
Carried the weight on my own
Had to be strong
So I believed
And now I know I’ve succeeded
In finding the place I conceived

I had a vision of love
And it was all that you’ve given to me
I had a vision of love
And it was all that you’ve given me

I’ve realized a dream, mhm
And I visualized
The love that came to be
Feel so alive
I’m so thankful that I’ve received
The answer that heaven has sent down to me

You treated me kind, yes
Sweet destiny
(Oh, that you did, oh whoa)
And I’ll be eternally grateful
Holding you so close to me
(Prayed through the nights)
Prayed through the nights
So faithfully, so faithfully
(faithfully)
Knowing the one that I needed
Would find me eventually
(He would find me)

I had a vision of love
And it was all that you’ve given to me
I had a vision of love
And it was all that you
Turned out to be

 

Yeah, mhm..

 

Why do you insist?

 

People can astound me with every waking day. And as much exposure as I get to it, I still find this one quality extremely perplexing.

Bitchyness.

It’s been a long while, but why can’t you just let it be?

That’s all I have to say.

Some people just are never worth it. I call this an awakening.  

L-ame

 

So I spent a considerable amount of time tweaking the layout of the blog, looking for a completely new template with a left-allignment of my sidebar and what have I come up with?

 

*points at current template*

 

Yes. I’m much more contented with this one.

 

Hence time spent yesterday = wasted.

 

I’m a genius, I swear.

 

Tag! I’m it!

March 28, 2008

 

It’s been a long long while since I’ve done these thingies - and this one isn’t so bad and not nonsensical so me’s gonna do it! *nods*

A． People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves Tag 8 people. Those who are tagged cannot refuse.

B． These 8 people must state who they were tagged by. Jules tagged me. You cannot tag the person who tagged you. Continue this game by sending this to 8 other people.

 

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1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?

Well it depends what the betrayal was. If he cheated on me with someone else, I guess it’s safe to say I’d hear him out to know if it were a misunderstanding but I’d never be able to trust him again so I’d end it *nods*

 

2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?

I’d tell them if they ever fessed up. If not, I’d just be a good friend and keep my distance when I see it necessary. And if they do fess up, I’d tell em the truth.

 

3. What will your dream wedding be like?

Hee. . .welll. . .I’d want a normal Hindu one at a hall or temple I guess but there HAS to be air-conditioning -_- and I want all my friends there for it. Not so much relatives, and I’d like both wedding and dinner reception to be held together I guess - I want Jakun and Wonderboy to be emcees for it! But if my partner was of a different faith, I’d want a wedding of that faith too! I’m an expensive woman, yes.

 

4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?

Not so much as apprehensive.

 

5. What’s your ideal lover like?

Funny, jocular, kind, considerate, selfless, sensitive, intuitive,  mature, intelligent, a good conversationalist, a stud =P

 

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?

Loving someone - I finally learn how to be selfless! =P

 

7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?

It makes it easier to move on, might wait if there were mixed signals but would get tired eventually.

 

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?

There’s no bigger turn-off for me than the person I like liking someone else or being with someone else. So I’d be thankful cuz it’d be easier to move on.

 

9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?

Yep, there always is something.

 

10. What do you want most in life?

My own life, my settled career, to be with my love, adopt multi-ethnic kids and well, I just want to be contented in happiness defined by ME.

 

11. Is being tagged fun?

Well I haven’t done one in ages so it’s alright I guess.

 

12. If you find out that your best friend is going out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, how would you react?

I’d tell them off and cut them out of my life forever. Both. Regardless of their excuses.

 

13. Who is currently the most important person to you?

That’s an unfair question: Chris, Jakun

 
14. What kind of person do you think I am?

Jules : Funky, opinionated, individualistic, a good person and truly appreciative of all the good things in life > Thus worthy as my close friend! Hee =D

 

15. What is the most unforgettable thing/event in your life?

Being recognised by family not just for the things I’ve accomplished, realising that I am defined by me, being hurt by a close friend, falling in love with the most amazing person in the world  - there is never just ONE event. 

 

16. If the person you secretly like cannot recognise you, what would you do/how would you react?

Disappointed, would consider it failure.

 

17. Would you give your all in a relationship?

I don’t know how to do anything else.

 

18. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?

Gosh, that’d be mindboggling. I’d pick the one who deserves me the most  + I’m most comfy with + who’d do it right

 

19. What type of friends do you like?

Intelligent, loyal, selfless, funny, honest and trustworthy

 

20. If you played a prank on someone, and he/she fell for the trick, what would you do?

Start laughing my head off, dance around going "GOTCHA GOTCHA GOTCHA!"

 

iTag:
1. Funkymonks

2. Jakun

3. The Pink Potato Princess

4. David

5.Cili Padi Muffin

6.Eager Beaver

7. Screw

8. Seth 

 

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Have fun guys!  

Something fishy

My facebook profile says I’m interested in. . .

 

 Females.

 

Kinky? Uh, no. 

The best friend might start to get ideas. I assure you Jakun dearest, it was just a facebooky error - because the next line says "In a relationship with Christopher Williams" - and I have no hidden and innate desires. Nopes. So put away the vibrator.

*grins*

 Night all.

She’s been thinking and slacking AND procrastinating

March 27, 2008

 

 I can just picture Emperor Insanity going "Uhoh" at the mention of the word ‘thinking’

You see, thinking, is just a perfect opportunity to procrastinate. And I shall, always remain, an opportunist for life! =P

Well just in case you lot are not as smart as I give you credit for being, there are changes to the layout once again! But if one notices well enough, they’re changes to the background, blog title, fonts and header image. That’s it. The original layout is still pretty much the same. I seem to like this template a lot tho I am willing to experiment, oh yes. But if contented, why bother?

Anyhoo,today was pretty boring. Yes, Ashyville might turn into Dullsville if I’m not careful enough. Woke up, got ready to go give blood - I had to fast, good gods! No food for moe than 12 hours! - and made a mistake going to the clinic behind our house. Well, it isn’t too bad because they’re really near and Dr Bamz is nice but her husband’s an idiot -_-

Exhibit A:

 

Exhibit B: 

 

  

 

 Sure, you can’t see much but it was SWOLLEN and TENDER and BRUISED. INTERNAL BLEEDING. 

 

Why?

 

Because the doctor was an incompetent fool.

 

Me : *motions to brachial region of arm* They usually draw blood from here

Doc : Yes but your veins are clotted here. If I take it through here, it might complicate things for you in the event of needing a transfusion in an accident

Me : *blinks*

Doc : So I’ll try the back of your palm.

Me : Oh boy. . .the vein’s slippery there.

Doc : I’ll try it there, it looks pretty apparent there.

Me : *winces as Doc sticks needle in*

Doc : *shifts needle about under skin* You’ve got a slippery vein

Me : *grits teeth while grimacing* So they all say

Doc : I. . *moves needle around* can’t seem to find it

Me : Oh glory. . .

Doc : *needle comes out of other end* Ok I’m stopping. I’ve punctured the vein.

Me : I never could have guessed, really

Doc : I’m really sorry, I’ll try your other hand.

Me : Bracial region please.

Doc : *looks for vein* Can’t seem to find it, I’ll try your distal region *starts tapping wrist*

Me : Oh boy *grimaces as operation is unsuccessful yet again*

Doc : I’m sorry to be causing you such trauma.

Me : Me too Doc.

Doc : Your veins are slippery

Me : Tell you what, try the bracial region on my left arm (the intial spot I suggested earlier). You’ll get it.

Doc : *tries* Finally!

Me : Yay. . .

Doc : *asserts pressure on the first poke site* You might have some slight bruising

Me : *grimaces and grips knee as doc presses back of palm* Oh-kay

 

Bottom line is? I’m gonna put that clinic outta business some day.

 

Anyhoo, the thinking part! =D

 

Being honest is so refreshing. Really. To not hide anything and just be brutal about things. Sure, it can hurt but gods, I finally feel like my message is getting across. Talking to Wonderboy over text yesterday shed some light on the matter. I called him a Peasant, he called me a Rich Snob and we accepted it and gods, it felt way better rather than getting irked about who we are.

 

Yes, I’m a rich snob. *throws confetti* Which brings me to my next thought. . .

 

How money spoils relationships of all kinds.

 

But this post is too long already so I shall save it for another one =D