Subangite again

In a whirl, I’m home.

And behind me trails a nation of junk, dust and stuff. I never knew half a room can tuck away so much of mess. My stuff in PJ filled plastic bags after plastic bags, and it just keeps coming. As I dragged the wretched amount of bursting plastic bags to the front door, my mind was a total blank.

Now, it sank in a little. I’m back in Subang, junk attached, PJ key returned.

This is my home, now. No where else.

Hmm.

Okay it probably hasn’t reaaaally sank in yet ‘cos I’m actually feeling pretty calm about it. I mean, yeah I miss PJ and I especially miss the unrestricted freedom to pak toh, yum cha and generally hang out, but I’m not exactly in hysterics yet. Three years of not staying at home and suddenly move back to home-cooked food, fresh laundries and well-mopped floor? I must be insane to feel this sane.

To the chagrin of my friends who are still in exam, I need to announce something: I had my last paper. I officially graduated.

If it’s any consolation, I’m not celebrating. At least, not until I get this eyesore of a junk mountain cleared out and stashed away first.

I’ll party, but first let me pack. Gosh, I really am my mother’s daughter.

Okay, that’s it. I’m done getting these incoherencies off my chest. Excuse my crusted brain - they say you are what you eat and I’ve been eating dust all afternoon.Just want to announce that I am back in Subang so PLEASE DRAG ME OUT.

**Special thanks to mummy for wading through the ancient dune in my room to help me pack my stuff, and hardly nagged at all. ^.^

Blame the heat

In the risk of repeating the recent cliché, I want to scream – THE WEATHER IS TOO DAMN HOT.

It melted my determination to churn out the two writings for my boss – come what temperature may my foot. It fired up my desire to just procrastinate.

To cool myself down (the other option is to kick myself, but it will cause me to sweat even more and procrastinate even more and kick myself even more and gosh, I’m babbling. It’s the heat.)… Anyway, to cool myself down, I went to Deviantart to search for pictures of cooling, pictures of cold, pictures of hot weather, pictures of ice and finally, pictures of ice creams.

Every search result was an educational ride of the human anatomy, which, in their creative range of possibilities (I never knew there were so many angles to a… protruding region) were all contented to be filed under “artistic nude”.

In the Internet, you don’t search for sex. Sex comes knocking on your desktop, even though what you really ordered was ice cream (or any ***-damned pictures to make the weather marginally more inhabitable).

Anyway, in the spirit of pushing important work till the last minute, I conducted an over-enthusiastic search for a picture that I could put on my MSN display. Something that feels refreshingly cool and breezy and up-lifting.

Okay, maybe something that’s refreshingly cool and breezy.

Erm, something considerably chilly, perhaps?

Fine, give me a nice ice-cream pic.

Argh anything that’s wearing clothes, then.

I gave up.

(Okay that was perhaps exaggerated. There were a lot of pictures that were not sexually motivated, and I even found a pretty good picture of an ice cream. But you know lah in this irritable climate if you see soooo many bodies that are so much hotter than yours you will feel as potong stim as me. Or maybe you will feel exactly the opposite. =X)

Anyway, in the spirit of giving up, I happily went to pimp an ice cream:

Whee~ I pimp wan. Not easy okay I have to arrange the marshmallows one by one and surround the cherry with multi-coloured beans thingie – all in the absence of having an actual ice cream to eat. Damn torture I tell you!

Oh, then in the spirit of pimping (what can I say, I’m a spirited young woman), I decided to pimp a monster too.

Is this considered artistic nude? Can see belly button wor.

I also pimp-ed my own stick man. Wa-chaa!!!

And finally, I pimp-ed a pastry (yes it was a pastry before the eyes and all. Whoever knew you can do that?)

Maniacal confectionary monsters that is both scared of and craving for a balloon is sooo my thing.

Well, I eventually forced myself out of DA and completed one work. Woohoo! Sometimes you really have to let the procrastination kick in and go with the flow I guess. Okay, guess I shouldn’t encourage you guys more eh? XD

Emo Goodbye

Tomorrow is my last class as an EL undergrad.

Yesterday was our last afternoon badminton game as uni-mates.

Last Friday was the last time Yi Huieh, Seok Ping, Jacq and me typing to each other frantically through MSN discussing assignment, presentation, and how we are all going to die.

The end of this month would be my last day staying in PJ.

I am, in want of a more intense description, overwhelmed. There are too many “lasts” on things that I’ve been taking for granted. The classes in the bare but kecoh PC block, the wobbling mountains of assignments, the immense pressure of juggling academics, activities, DSA affairs and procrastination – they all seemed never-ending. Until now.

Pardon me if I’m incoherent. I can barely manage typing now. My brain is trying to refrain from crashing due to the sudden realization that I Am Really Going to Graduate.

The memories of the past three years cannot be condensed into one blog entry, nor can it be translated into mere writing. It would do no justice to the people who have made it all wonderful and great for me. It would also do no honour to the heights that we managed to scale – together.

I am also afraid to recount the memories, because the dam may crumble.

All I can say is – Thank You. I never expected uni life to be this good. It was a complete privilege to have all of you in my life. It was marvelous, and it’s a pity we could only be undergrad once.

Bye, and take care. Do keep in touch!

Now, excuse me while I attempt to hammer some online journalism theories into my emo brain.