Oh look it’s nearly end of June and I’m still unsure of which uni I’m going to further my studies at. I’m still waiting for Oxford Brookes reply while contemplating my back up choices between Strathclyde or Dundee. Strathclyde because they have given me the offer to enter their third year and nearly everyone from Taylors who are going to UK will be there. Dundee because I know one of the lecturer over there already loves me which means a high chance of scholarship. And ironically, both of them are in Scotland. I’d rant some Doctor Who related stuff here but since I am in a rush to update my miserable excuse of a blog knowing that I won’t have time tomorrow morning, I shan’t rant.

Or I just might.

I thought I’d spam with photos but I’m too sleepy to photoshop lol.

I went to a costume party to celebrate my former neighbour’s birthday (the husband, the wife, the twins) party and I thought I was overdressed seeing as I went all out with my witch costume with trails of chiffon scraps flowing down my skirt and dark makeup with “passion red” lips (that’s what it said on the packaging). But no, I was not. Thankfully, adults and kids alike were dressed. The host and the hostess were dressed as the queen and the king and the prince and princess was minnie and mickey mouse. Super adorable. It was a garden party so they had this tiered cupcake cake and a few number of cakes because some generous people donated cakes and the party was just, wow. The food was amazing, the decorations were amazing and it was attended by people sporting enough to dress up! No pics of me dressed up. Not much pics even. And the only pics I have are at weird angles since there were 30948032843 photographers that day making getting a good angle near impossible. They hired a professional photographer anyway.

Well you can see a bit of the birthday boy. He’s bottom left being forced to clap his hands.

Also today, there was some explosion in my house. The glass doors of one of the toilets in my house exploded into globules of glass. Even after the glass was cracking into pieces. The sound was kinda scary considering that it echoed throughout the toilet. When we called the person in charge her reaction was, ‘Oh, it’s been 8 years right. That’s pretty long for it. The last condo, the glass broke in 2 months time.’ Woman, are you implying that this is a normal occurrence? How come it didn’t come with a warning? Glass door will break in 8 years or so. Glass doors are scary :(

As always, thank god for tempered glass.

On a less devastating note, I baked! Well not me, okay fine I did.

My first try at playing with fondant. Now you know who not to call when you want a clay mug custom made.

Gave up with the fondant u_u

Red Velvet Cake.

Panda bread. Well, a down syndrome panda bread.

To sum it up, holidays are AMAZING. I’m not kidding nor am I being sarcastic. I’m enjoying every second of it. I’ve somehow managed to adopt a kitten now and promptly named it Dalek because it just HAD to turn out to be female instead of male when I had a million names prepared for it before the sudden sex find. It could have been named Damian, David Tennant, Jason Todd, et cetera, et cetera. Instead, it was a girl. So I was at a lost. In the end, it’s persistent biting led to the current name, Dalek. Honestly it came to me all obedient and all. A little bit noisy at first, now it’s quieten down and less demanding but god dammit how it runs and bites and pounce and of course, her infamous hopping. She hops. When she starts getting all excited about running around she starts hopping. And then she’d try to hop and scale our legs. It is tiring but very worthwhile. PIC SPAM.

I think this was straight from the bath? So it was extra poofy and traumatized.

Her favourite place to pass the time to my mum’s annoyance. Thankfully my mum can’t resist Dalek’s eyes.

See how miserable it looks. I swear it’s afraid of me D: Will only approach me to bite or, when it wants food, act all cute and sucks up, licking my fingers and toes. I’m not sure if it’s stupid or really smart =_=

Okay gonna continue packing D:

I know I am lucky enough to live in a town which is as advanced as the city but of course being in the city is a totally different thing all together. I’m saying, traffic, traffic, traffic and pedestrians and of course the odd acid splasher or two. But for art, and fun, we decided that we shall trudge the streets of Bukit Bintang, famous for it’s shopping and the acid splashers lately, equipped with a man. Thankfully, it is rumoured that the acid splashers target fair skinned woman. I am not that fair. So I think they’d think twice before splashing acid on me when there are 302742398432 fair people around me.

Sephora opened recently in the middle of the road in the middle of KL. I was disappointed with the design. Apparently it’s more spectacular at night. But no way in hell will I be there at night with the exhaust fumes, traffic jams and acid splashers. I didn’t even dare take out my camera to take a pic of it because I was scared of the acid splashers. I know I sound paranoid but when I got home my mum said they attacked again today (they’ve been working on a daily basis) so I was not being paranoid! I was being careful! The inside of Sephora was nice though. Imran evaded getting splashed with make up. I think if it was zuzu, he would have come out with pink cheeks and lips and long eyelashes already.

After that we roamed more malls. Spazzed on clothes, hats, accessories, shops, males, UK et cetera et cetera. And I got a Chinese Cap with braids for my older brother WHO DIDN’T PICK UP HIS PHONE. Technically, I splurged on that because I am THAT poor. Then while walking back to Pavillion LO AND BEHOLD. FROM ACROSS THE STREET, I SAW THE HUGE SUPERMAN AND BATMAN LOGO AND BESIDE IT WERE FLASH, BATMAN AND SUPERMAN LIFE SIZED MANNEQUINS. DAMMIT. I WAS TOO EXCITED. MY FRIEND WAS TOO AND WE HAPPILY DRAGGED EVERYONE UP THE STAIRS AND INTO THE SHOP. WHICH IS HUGE. WHICH IS AWESOME. and expensive. I happily molested Flash’s ass. Which was hard. And disgustingly detailed. Oh god. Oh god. Dammit the lala guys working there were staring at us funny. Mabel decided that she didn’t want to spend more than once a month with me after that.

My friends tried to bring me home with them but I had already decided since I was in the city, I WOULD GO TO THE BOOKSTORE AND SPAZZ ON DC RELATED STUFF. Why am I geeking about in my blog? CAUSE I AM THAT HAPPY. SO HAPPY. If you were a stranger who saw a girl pulling Batman comics excitedly to the point that 10 of the books came tumbling down, that was me. Thankfully by then I was alone. So I happily and silently muffled orgasms as I saw Damian on covers. BLISS. BLISS I TELL YOU. In the end, I was too cheap to buy one of the comics and settled instead for one of Nobakov’s works.

So in the end I concluded that my day was practically like a tourist. I woke up, went for a massage, went to shop and of all the touristy things to do, WALKED. WALKED. WALKED. AND WALKED. And spazzed.

I’m lazy to elaborate. Let’s just say that I wanted to play with Firecrackers and thought barbeque went along with it and forced my friends to hold a barbeque session for the sake of me wanting to take purdy pics of the firecrackers. Anyway, it was a gathering of the to-be-flown-to-UK people, or at least the half of them, trying our best to cook with each other. Which turned out fabulous. Even though the only helping hand I made was flapping a paper plate to let the fire burn the charcoal. I did one helluva job of that *is proud*.

Oh and since we were in Imran’s house, we decided to play pool, or snooker, I’m not sure. I suck at it. Shoving a long thing in between my fingers just ain’t for me I guess. Maybe if it was an orifice of my body it would have fared better.

Eff that is one helluva long picture. Anyway, gonna continue shoving things into my portfolio to make it seem like I actually accomplished something in my 3 years of uni.:)

How did you celebrate Earth Hour? Obviously, from the picture below, the place I was in had lights bright as day.

I’ve been extra cultural lately, going for all these plays and coming out feeling extra patriotic. It’s nice to know that the drama industry in Malaysia isn’t declining and really, we have some really decent directors. The people who attend the informal plays are so nice! They’re friendly and chatty and they come from all walks of life. And when you’re in the play you truly feel the spirit of one malaysia because despite the language difference, all of us are brought together (with the aid of subtitles thankfully) watching the story unfold while laughing at the expression of the actors. And being an architecture student, of course the setting becomes one of my main focus points and it’s amazing what people can do with so little budget! Screw extravagant stage setting. Simple is so nice!

Weddings have been happening like rain lately. My cousin just got wedded to a scottish man the other day. How disappointed I was when he came into my house, emerging from the door a mere 5 feet 3. Here I was expecting my template of a tall, skinny and gorgeous scottish man ala David Tennant but what I got was a cute, short, slightly plump scottish man. It helped that the next day I went to meet the Uni of Dundee people the person who welcomed us was a tall (not really skinny and not exactly gorgeous) friendly man whom, by the end of it all, was nudging me to drop all my other applications for any other unis to apply to dundee, literally. They even had the offer letter prepared. Of course, being sane adults they told me to discuss with my parents first. Of course, me being an insane teenager with raging hormones had to ask them whether they were fans of doctor who and they assured me that Scotland had a huge following of Doctor Who and his nephew was a fan of Doctor Who. I think I’d make great friends with his nephew.

Since I’m already at the topic of Doctor Who, I want to proudly tell the whole world how I totally made love to a screen just cause I connected my laptop to a projector which meant having a second monitor which was taller than me. My wallpaper got exposed to the whole hall while I melted into a pool of orgasm because I was NOT prepared to see David Tennant on such a big screen smiling down at me. In the middle of the wedding hall I could see one of my cousins screaming irony while pointing at the screen. Thankfully when I had to close applications in the middle of the ceremony everyone’s eyes were focusing on the couple.

I am gonna go leave to continue on my portfolio. Here, have a cupcake.

The holidays that is. And everything happening in it! What would be perfect is getting replies from my applied unis. This year however, has been bad for my health. In my journey to a healthier life (which I’m failing miserably at) beginning with that amazing 2 weeks of fever ( I think it’s 2 weeks, I know it was an unbelievably long time, 3 weeks tops), me becoming half deaf some point in time for 2 weeks also and now, my asthma is back along with sinus and oh my asthma came back with vengeance. Vengeance that made my doctor worried at one point. So now I have to worry about dragging a 5kg nebulizer along with me to England. Or, get a portable version, forking out more money!

I don’t know what made me watch Doctor Who but one day I pulled out my #-D cd folder and forked out series 1 and started watching. Honestly, Christopher Eccelston is not my type and Rose would be one of the annoying bitches I should hate but somehow I loved the chemistry she had with the Ninth Doctor. The episode that really hooked me in was a Steven Moffat episode where the child in a gas mask went around going ‘Are you my mummy?’ regardless of gender and mind you, it kinda freaked me out but that was what hooked me. And when David Tennant popped out, my soul was sold. Rose and the tenth was cute but it was getting annoying with the sexual frustration between them. Martha was so-so. BUT DONNA. DONNA WAS AMAZING! My heart shed a little tear when I watched her not taking notice of doctor. I loved her. I loved season 4 tremendously. Donna made her points heard. The interaction between Donna and the Doctor was hilarious and of course, having Colin Morgan dressed up as an emo rebellious teenager with black fingernails did help the season.

And I’ve never taken notice of writers really but damn for Doctor Who the writers, who they are, how they write, it really made a difference. Steven Moffat you are a genius. I mean, Davies is a genius too but at times I find myself thinking ‘oh come on, enough yapping get to it already’ but for the Steven Moffat episodes, I’ll be sitting at the edge of myself. And they really are memorable episodes. Seriously, I’ll never forget gas mask boy with his ‘Are you my mummy?’ and the ‘Don’t blink!’ and the library, oh the library episode. I will forever find silence in the library unsettling from now on. This is why Sherlock is equally amazing. I have a feeling Series 5 is going to be brilliant! Not to mention, Neil Gaiman will be writing one of the scripts for series 6, oh man I can die happy soon. I only need Skandar Keynes and Benedict Cumberbatch to appear in the series and the series would be complete!

Also, I guess another bonus that comes along with Doctor Who is Torchwood. Oh Torchwood, it does not tease you. You know those series where all the supporters of LGBT go ‘OH HELL GET TOGETHER ALREADY’ with all the innuendos, take Sherlock and Watson or Merlin and Arthur where in the middle of the show you will start screaming ‘GOD DAMMIT JUST CONFESS ALREADY! SNOG! MAKE LOVE!’. In Torchwood, when you think of that, you’ll just get that. You think ‘Oh jack come on, you know you want to dance with Ianto’ and ‘lo and behold, Ianto will dance with Jack. Or ‘oh Jack what you said was NOT an innuendo!’ and suddenly Ianto replies the innuendo. I LOVE TORCHWOOD.

God dammit I’m only here typing this because my doctor who is not downloading so I actually have time to start working. Today I went to Legend Hotel to check on the acoustics and technical stuff. So I got to plug in MY laptop and oh my I think I drooled when I saw my David Tennant wallpaper smack right on the big screen smiling at me. I think during the actual day I’d play Doctor Who just to test out. I WILL SCREAMGASM. I shall take the Midnight where Colin Morgan can go all ‘in the middle of no where!’ in full glory!

Okay I’m shall go do actual work now…