Pink Reeboks

This is dedicated to some of my mates.

You know what I think? All of you people

On the other side of the cardboard wall..

I think the one and a half years we had is like

is like 

ciplak super glue

you know the one that costs 3.50 at yawata. 

But don't worry I'll try to fix this shoe.

I'm trying to find real glue here

the one that costs more than 3.50 

but I can't do it by myself man

You've gotta help too. 

This is my favourite pair of Reeboks man

But only the strong parts will remain

glued together

with us 

on the other side of the cardboard wall.

The rest will fall apart

and we won't miss you. . . .

But I wont get to feel my Reeboks again

To walk everywhere in them

With them..

Instead I’ll get a brand new pair of slipar jamban

And we’ll get along fine

But you know what

It’ll never be the same

Because a girl always remembers her first pair of Reeboks

Tee Hee

The Rejected

Okay here’s the absolute, plain and simple truth. I am LOVING the fact that IPDA are excusing us from all of their activities. Of course the word they might choose is “EXCLUDING” instead of “excusing”...but...whatever..

And it all started when UPSI invited us over to their campus for orientation. When IPDA heard about it, they were furious (hyperbole). We were called big headed and “tunjuk perangai” behind our backs which creates the impression that we’re arrogant little punks, which we ARE NOT of course, in fact as people, we get along with students from other courses just fine.

 Today we had our GRP (Gotong royong Perdana..lol). It’s an annual affair that my course mates and I have gotten used to. We had it in 2009, we had it in 2010. . I must say, we came all semangat in our PJ attire, however this year since IPDA has rejected its one litter of puppies (the B.ED TESL) group, we didn’t get a plot to clean. Oh well, more free time for us.

We are also not invited to join in the Annual Sports Day. Okay this one, I’m a bit bummed out about because, I actually enjoy sports day. =S oh well.

DO NOT have to go for the all important BIG camp (Bina Insane Insan Guru) haha, which is just a lot of paperwork, camping on campus and talks...

Who knows what else we’ll have to miss out on.

Ooh and here’s the other thing, since we’re marked as UPSI students, we follow UPSI’s academic calendar. That means, we get a four month break starting in May but until then classes as usual.

The rest of college get off in March for a week...jealous much?? NOT at all actually.

Why???

NO. 1 its just one week.

No.2 what are the chances of getting ANY studying/ revision done then? (nothing in my case)

No.3  I hate buying bus tickets and the whole travelling process.

Don’t get me wrong, I love going back home, but we really do have a lot of work to get done, especially group work type of things.

N0.4  The library will be open here.

so its okay, you go on home. We'll be just fine here. 

Monday blues

Right. Well time for a new post. I'd like to think that YOU, reader, are dying to know what I have been up to these holidays, and yes I'll oblige from A to Z...

*rethinking this*

I'll give you the standard answer. It went well. Smiles.

The best part of the holidays is staying up late, and waking up because my dads calling us down for nasi lemak and coffee for breakfast and yes, the house is alive!




Well that brief week is gone and I have arrived in Jitra...woke up today morning staring into my laptop screen at my own reflection...then I had a mentos.
Hows that for contrast?

My friend said he didn't take any books back for the hols because he knew he wouldn't touch them.
I lugged back all my files AND a linguistics text, and managed to do NOTHING as well.

Sometimes its best to keep your posts short.

Tomorrows going to be a long day. =D

Toodles! (I learnt this from Doreen Tay Poh Chin!)

Reporting Live!

If you have been neglecting reading the papers and have sinfully come here instead =P, thank you but I might as well do my civic duty take it upon myself to update you on the current affairs of the world.

this is lizamaria reporting from around the globe! BNN live!

Wait! hold that yawn. Some of this stuff is actually interesting! and I promise to keep it short.

Congratulations WORLD!!

The youngest boy to get AIDs through sex has been found! His parents must be so proud! Only thirteen years old and he's on the Yahoo front page. 

Well before you hate the kid, let me just say, that he was lured into sex by money by a fifty year old man. Okay now you can think whatever you want. 

From the article, I imagined, a boy walking on the street (maybe going to play futsal), and an old man with SEX written on his forehead jumps out from the bushes and waves a bag of cash. Its stupid, I know but I blame the article for that. I wonder where his parents were. O.o anyway, dumb kid. 

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Dad Jailed for incest! 

Now theres a crazy lunatic if you want one. Right here in our own backyard.( I mean in KL Malaysia).

 So he rapes his daughter not once, not twice, not 3 times, Four fucking times!!!

 IN front of his wife. The fifth time he told his wife to bring the daughter to him and she asks a neighbour to report it. 

Haiyo aunty, why you wait so long to report wan???

Owh and heres the Really really really funny bit. 

Our rapist, asked for a lighter sentence because he had "gout, high blood pressure, and heart problems" awwww poor thing! give the old rapist, psycho, lunatic, mental, basturddd man a chance...so from 80 years in prison, he only gets 20 years, and from 40 strokes of rotan, he only gets 10 strokes. Go Malaysia!! in line with making the world a safer place!  


And thats all we have lined up for you today folks. I'm Lizamaria reporting from around the world. see you next time.

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Wish me luck Guys...

1. What is the name of Taylor's 3rd album
a) speak now

2. 

3. I have become a fan simply because Miss Taylor Swift's songs REPRESENT!

 Who? 

Thousands of teenagers; the tubby, thin, tall, tiny, timid, talkative, tom boys, and tinkerbells all around the world. 

Every song is a story we know so well because it has happened sometime in our lives.

 Whether it is drooling over a boy in class, or discovering a first crush, 

I think that the fact that it comes from within her is so "jinx-you-owe-me a-soda" because the rest of us were feeling the exact same thing!

Liza The Dragon Slayer

I love it when I remember my dream and it is whole and complete with a proper ending as nonsensical as it may be.

I hate it when something or someone wakes me up when I WANT to know the ending. We all know that going back to sleep will NEVER finish that dream. It's gone...

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I also hate bad dreams. When I was younger I used to dream about shark attacks and lions mauling me.

I just had a dream and I'd like to share it with you.


Up until last night, my dreams have been pretty grounded, nothing out of the ordinary, mostly about people I interacted with recently...(sort of like how facebook chooses your top friends)  lol

But this time, it was Epic.

I slayed a dragon. Full stop. Epic. Full stop. My brother died. Full stop.

not this little guy. that would be like killing a cicak.

it was like this! i was wearing that armor also!

 In my dream, Marc( my younger brother) and I were looking for swords, shields, helmets and armor for our battle with the dragon.

Marc suddenly wanted to be the one to kill it. 

I felt sad at the same time relieved that someone else was willing to do it, because I was terrified. 

MaRc went out first but his shield was made out of paper. The dragon killed him almost immediately. 

We battled in the dry river bed of the White River in Italy. (don't know if this river exists)

I've never had a more thrilling, adrenaline pumped dream EVERR!!!

What Does it Mean

This morning i googled dreams about dragon slaying and found this

Symbolism in Dreams

The Jung/Freud Approach

Dragon
(1) Is the dragon guarding a treasure, or a cave which might contain treasure? If so, the cave probably represents your unconscious, the treasure represents yourself, the dragon that stands between you and your true self represents the fearsomeness of the unconscious, for one who is still afraid of what may be lurking there. This is a repression of the unconscious contents

(2) For Jung, the first stage of the individuation process is the conscious ego's heroic struggle {the hero/heroine journey of mythology} to lift itself out of the orginal all-encompassing unconsciousness and to establish control of unconscious forces. This finds symbolic representation in the legendary dragon-slayer, St George (St George = the ego; the dragon = the unconscious).

(3) The dragon may represent the devouring aspect of (your relationship with) your mother. 'Slaying the dragon' may therefore mean putting an end to whatever in your attachment to your mother is detrimental to the process of finding your own psychic individuality. Once the individual has achieved liberation from the 'dragon', the feminine side of the man's psyche and the masculine side of the woman's psyche will no longer appear in threatening form, but as an indispensable companion and guide in further stages of self-development.



Interesting huh...

I think people need to pay attention to their dreams sometimes, but reading interpretations like the above shouldn't be taken too seriously.

The dragon could mean anything in the world, whether my mother, or my brains, or my soul...it just sounds better coming from the mouth of Jung or Freud.

The Tiada Taxi Tale

My Journey back to Klang

okay I simply wanted to alliterate the title, so ignore the weirdness. 

Hey folks I'm back in Klang ( not to sound celebrity-like or anything) haha. 

Right before I bore you to tears with the Taxi tale, A very HAppy CHINesE nEw YEaR to all my Chinese mates!! in Kedah and in Klang!...and all over the world! I thank you for this holiday the rest of us are enjoying!

Anyway, the man whom I called to take me to the bus terminal did NOT arrive. fifteen minutes to 10.45(boarding time) and I had no transport. 

I called everyone I knew, and for some reason they all were not available. adoiiii!!

So I started walking! with my travel bag and backpack 

at first I was just sad and wondered why all this had to happen today..

After tripping over my own bag twice, I kicked it and Then I started getting annoyed at everything led to this..

After a while, I became progressively hateful, on the verge of madness I think... I felt like throwing my bags in the drain! I cruelly picked on random things and cursed them 

And at this point I started to resemble the picture at the top of this post. 

and then suddenly

Zooming up beside me, two juniors from IPDA asked 

"kak nak g mana?"

then I told them 

and they said 

"jom"

And I arrived on time for the bus, thanks to my new HEROES eh... Firstly thank God (knew he wouldn't just desert me)

By the way, the moral value here is Kepercayaan Kepada Tuhan... hehe

anyway those boys name's were Naqiuddin, and Syami...

Thank you thank you thank you. I said thank you! kind people can be found everywhere! they happened to be driving back to perlis and saw miserable me.

have arrived safely in Klang. 

I think the visuals accurately depict my thoughts, actions and expressions...

signing off for now..

Lizamaria...