Much better
Ah much better after a rant and a hug and a distance. Now exams, being a pain in the ass, let’s do this!
Ah much better after a rant and a hug and a distance. Now exams, being a pain in the ass, let’s do this!
If you recall, six months ago, I did something to my hair. I curled and highlighted it. It was much more of big curls and a really copper-ish colour for my highlights. It was gorgeous despite the amount of blowing I had to do every time after I wash my hair. 6 months later, my hair grew REALLY long, to the point that it was below my boobs = covering half of my back. That’s long and heavy.
One really bad thing about long hair is that it gives me headaches, due to the weight. Well that’s just a personal problem. It also gets really annoying to wash, spending precious time in the shower (although it’s the perfect excuse to get out of mundane household chores :P).So after being the UK for 3 months I’m back home. As making a trip to the hair salon in UK is EXTREMELY expensive and hearing how they can’t handle asian hair (Heard from word of mouth), I decided to wait till I come back before snipping off my pretty curls. And lo and behold, I sat in the salon, for yet ANOTHER 8 hours like I did 6 months ago, I burned another hole in my dad’s wallet. :D *totally feeling guilty*
I swear it’s the worst 8 hours I’ve ever been placed in a chair. I had no one to talk to, because no one wanted to sit with me for 8 hours doing ABSOLUTELY nothing. So, I had that small little tv screen accompanying me. I watched King Kong, 3 and a half times. You know how fucking insane that is? I practically know the whole story by heart. Though I did enjoy rewatching epic scenes like this :
or this …..
It was rather enjoyable. Well, the first time I watched it. And then this sudden wave of realisation hit me. Adrien Brody is actually quite handsome. He has this unique look of his. Maybe its his nose…
or his hair… I don’t know. It’s like boyish looks + manly looks + pretty…. hurhh…. *stares*
Right! Back on track! Yeah, Adrien Brody’s cute. :P But yeah. Watching it 3 and a half times in a row, plus smelling chemicals and having my hair sort of steamed. When my hair was curled, I looked like medusa, and then it wasn’t so bad after it got washed. Then I looked like a poodle when it was dry. Then the highlights came on. It was horrible. I had BLONDE highlights. BLONDE. And I think my hairdresser over did it. The second time my hair was blown dry, I told myself, “Brenda, you are officially a blonde poodle. Congrats!”. Thank god they blew it properly the next round and I looked much better. I still look blonde though. :(
I think this has got to take some time to get used to. This is how I officially look :
I don’t really like it. But then again, it could’ve been the immediate transition from my old hairstyle to this new one. I don’t like the fringe, AT ALL! However, when I return to UK, I’ll be using beanies really often, so it won’t be too bad and when I don’t need to use beanies any longer, I’ll have longer hair, so it’ll look better and much more… me. :P
The photo made my hair darker… Hmm.. It’s actually much blonder. Oh wells! My hairdresser told me that the colour will eventually fade and change to my natural hair colour slowly as time goes by. I guess I have a lot of hair washing to do to get rid of the blonde-ness!
I bet all of my friends would be shocked. I’m just waiting for my facebook notifications to flow in like a strong current river! :P Now, I have a dilemma to attend to - choosing between two pairs of Clarks’ Desert boots:
They’re both equally pretty! The Cream Multi one (first one) has such a nice feel to it. It’s elegant yet simple and classy. The Pastel one gives off a spring feel. I don’t think I’ll be wearing these boots during winter. The sole is absolutely smooth and barely has any grip. So I’m thinking now, the classy one, which feels very autumn/winter or the pastel one, that makes me feel like spring?
If they were in original pricing, I would definitely get the Pastel one, as it’s just 79 quid. Now that the Cream Multi one is 50% off, that costs only 85 quid, I have such great difficulty in choosing them!!!! ARGGHHH! The frustration.
Then there’s ASOS and Amazon. ASOS dresses are going at such a cheap price and Amazon stuff, OH GOD! I’ve been buying things non-stop! I blame it on Boxing Day. Even when I’m not in UK, I can still shop online. This is horrible. I’ve bought a printer and a microwaveable soft toy so far. Alright, I NEED the printer, so that’s not so bad. The soft toy too! It keeps me warm during winter! It’s a necessity! The hot water bottle is for my feet, so I need something warm to hug which is my microwaveable polar bear. Yup, it’s a necessity. I’m awesome at convincing myself. *pokes guilty conscience to death*
I’ll be returning my beats though. Those Pro Monster Beats are TOO heavy for my head. I’m tempted to get the studios instead, but I bought the pros at the price of studios and to exchange them doesn’t seem so worth it anymore. Sigh. Decisions are bitches.
I’ll just go and slink away into my thoughts now, especially of Adrien Brody and my shoes…
Decision-ing off,
Brenners…
Dear blog,
I have clearly neglected you for the past 3 months. I apologize.
BUT! I have good reasons! I finally entered university, after 4 long years of being stuck at the same spot. I have to say though, it has been quite a blast. I have met all sorts of people and made friends, learned new things and remembered what it was like to explore and push my boundaries. I am currently back home for winter break and what a break this is.
Everyone is either in London, Sheffield or some place nice during Christmas and here I am, typing out a blog post. Why? Because I am still 17 that’s why. Mum’s keeping me on a tight leash and I’m stuck at home, supposedly studying. But she can’t control my laptop. I’m on 9gag, facebook, fanfiction, amazon, asos, quidco, twitter, youtube… Okay. Better stop there. That’s too much. I have to start closing tabs. Back on track. But I’m not extremely sad and disappointed. Thinking back about the day I spent before coming back here is enough. My dah-ling friends, threw an advanced Christmas/birthday party! It was really amazing. It felt like… home. Not to mention the drinks and the presents. :D A little sneak peek!
Hmm.. photo’s a little big. No matter. Ain’t the tree PRETTY?! All for the cost of 10 quid! :D
Nonetheless, we had a blast! I still want the passionfruit cheesecake and the brownies! *drools*
After a 14 hour flight, (my god was that dreadful) I attended my best friend’s sister’s wedding. The 3rd one in a row for their family. Every year December it seems. The food was delicious, entertainment was good and I met some of my old friends! The irony. Three generations of Sayfolians were present that day. Hmm.. let me look for that picture.. Ahh! Tada!
There on the left hand side is my best friend, who’s gotten fatter. I hope she does not read this or else, she’ll kill me. :P Then there’s me who is obviously the shortest, despite being in heels. :( And there’s Kee En! I haven’t seen him in almost a year since the last TAYMUN I’ve been to. Now I hope he comes to either LSE or Warwick next year and we can meet up. It’s good to know that there are Sayfolians in the UK. Most that I know of, are in Australia or US. The irony of a British syllabus based school.
Come to think of it, I need a few updates on my life in Sheffield, before I grow old and forget everything. If facebook or tumblr or twitter dies off, I think all of us will be devastated. All the pictures and posts and PICTURES! I tend to be a horrible blogger. I go off track all the time. Back to Sheffield. I have made a couple of girlfriends!
Ah here we go! The few silly ones who I dearly love! From the left, there’s Beth, Jocelyn, Zayani and Halima. We are quite an international group in fact. And the sign they are so muscularly holding up is the sign of our department’s building. A very pretty building I must say. One of the prettiest in Sheffield. :) I can’t wait till spring when the flowers bloom. This was taken last month when the weather started getting horribly cold and wet. We’re still waiting for the snow to fall, but our hopes have run low. Oh wells. Much like how our hopes of Ben being gay. Oh right! Ben! Here’s Ben, a 5”11, I have proudly tackled down in a lecture theatre, AFTER the lecture was over, mind you.
He squished a pencil shavings flower on my head. Who does that to a girl?! He does look quite gay doesn’t he? Maybe our hopes might be lifted after all. :P
Talking about gay boys. We’ve got 6 of them in MASSOC (Malaysian and Singaporean Society)! Was it 6, Kay? Apologies. We should start from the beginning. You see, in the 5th week of being in Sheffield, I became particularly close to two people: Kay and Teck Hing. It feels weird calling him Teck Hing, after he’s been known as gayboy for two months. Besides the point. You see, Teck Hing is really fair and he has this style of walking as if he has a tail that is about to fall off and he’s trying to clip it in between his ass (pardon my language). He also loves shopping, be it online or in a mall, to the point that he always asks us girls for our opinion and he always checks out other guys in the gym. He kind of has ‘gay’ tattooed over his forehead. Plus, he annoys me to the maximum, thus I gave him the name gayboy. He responds, not my problem. :P The name stuck and soon other people started calling him gayboy. Obviously not a good sign for me. But Kay came to my rescue! She agreed that he was indeed one. Continuously, we found other much feminine traits in the rest of the boys, within the group and soon enough, we have 6 of them! And the list of official gayboys, in order of discovery :
1- Yee Teck Hing
2- Amos Khaw
3- Dani Ghazali
4- Jonathan Kwan
5- Chong Min Chun
6- Justin Chong
All have their specific reasons of being gayboys. I shall not post up pictures of them as I am not that mean. :P
I should sign off for now. Before I get slaughtered in any way. Well, before I go, here’s a little treat for your eyes and a little wish from me!
Signing off,
Brenners
I can finally relate to the rest of you. It’s not really a good thing, knowing that anytime now, might be the end.
I don’t want to join the rest of you, just leave me alone. It fucking hurts like hell. Apologies for the swearing. But just let me be.
Sadly, you can’t. So I’m forced to deal with it. I’m forced to shut down a part of me, and move on till it arrives.
So now, I don’t fucking care anymore. This time, I’m not going to apologize. I’m turning my back on you, before you slice this wound bigger.
Welcome to my world, nice organism.
Brenners
Alright, I admit. I suck in updating my blog. BUT, it had just been a month. So it hasn’t been THAT bad. I have excuses! I was really busy. REALLY REALLY busy. :P
OK, down to business. This has probably been the best month of my life and also probably the worse. Down the road, I might change my mind about this, but we’re in the present. So we’ll talk about the present. Let’s start from the beginning.
My birthday. Key words : Embarrassing, Happy, Tired, Happy, Fun, Happy, Awesome.
You get the point. :D
A lot of people asked me, “What are you going to do for your birthday?”
I reply, “I’m being a photographer for the US Apps Half Day Workshop!”
And then, I get judgmental stares. I do have friends and I do have a life! I just want to spend my birthday this way alright? Plus, I don’t really like my birthday. It makes me feel old which is why I posted a wishlist, to make up for the oldness. Someone’s going to kill me for saying that, but yes, I do feel old. It’s as if, your body is one year older, and your mind is one year older, and everything just gets slow and dreary. I even sound old now. Alright, enough of old stuff. Fun stuff now!
So I brought Shelby (my gender-less camera), to Taylors Lakeside Campus and started snapping away! Promised photos, strangers, new found friends and even Starbucks beverages. I was all the while pretending to be a pro with a pro DSLR. Dan got so jealous. Ah yes, Dan’s my ‘grandpa’ who studies in UPenn (Goddamnit!) who is a scholar (the dark side!) and like me, is very interested in photography. I think he was internally drooling over Shelby. Anyways, as I said, I was being a fake pro. But I think I learned a few things like how I really need a wide angle lens! The pictures turned out good anyways. :D
The workshop was good as well and the pictures can all be found on facebook. Following the workshop, I had my birthday celebrated in Bubba Gump at Sunway Pyramid! It was a pleasant scare and surprise really when they brought in the cake. I cannot forget how I was made to stand on the chair and shake my booty! *blush* :P
A picture of me and my birthday cake!
Everyone had fun and I was happily embarrassed. I shall not ramble on and on and on as I have to rush off for dinner. Therefore, I’m going to sign off now!
Signing off,
Brenners.
The waves kept crashing at the shores of Redang’s beach, sweeping away tiny granules of sand and the coarse lifeless corals that cut thousands of people’s feet. Serves you right lifeless coral. This summer, on the 4th of July, I was dragged to Redang Island by my parents and their friends and an eleven year old boy. I was happy with the destination, but the company, not so much. I always thought I would go to the beach with my friends where we would take goofy pictures and splash each other with sea water. As salty as it is. Sadly, this trip was just utterly mundane. Apart from having to entertain an eleven year old boy, not that I don’t like kids, we did nothing except sit in the resort’s restaurant and talk. Talk and talk and talk. The only exciting day was the second day, where we went snorkeling and played beach volleyball and beach soccer. Exciting, but painful. I am still currently suffering from pains all over my body that I am starting to think that I am a seventy year old woman instead of seventeen.
The only true fun part, was me being egotistical. Not in a bad way! It was nice just having some alone time, consisting of me hauling my tripod and camera around, taking pictures. It was heavy and in the heat, it felt like both weighed a ton! But I liked my photos. Even though my dad deleted a whole bunch of them including an awesome photo of footprints in the sand, because it wasn’t good enough for him. Newsflash dad!! It’s MY CAMERA and the photos are MINE. Clearly, I am pissed, but I still have a 48 photos among 97. Less than half, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Here’s a photo of me, taken by me! :)
On to the next topic. My birthday is next week, and I am going to attend the US application workshop. Sounds miserable, but I think I’m going to have fun. The link is as follows :
http://usapps2011.wordpress.com/
I feel nostalgic. Less than a year ago, I was the one in the audience. And now, through the hellish amount of work that I had to do, I am going to be running around with a camera and wise words. Whoever who sees this post, who wants to head to the US to pursue education and will be in Klang Valley during the 16th, 23rd and 24th of July, PLEASE ATTEND, because it will be awesome (Because I’m there. :) JK. :P)!!!!!
Oh yes, I did say in my title, that I am going to post up a wishlist. As it is my birthday next week, I think I have a right to do so. :P And I just hope some Good Samaritan will read this list and fulfill my wishes! Though I HIGHLY doubt so. Well, here it goes! I wish:
1. Every child in the world has a meal and a home to return to everyday
2. Every species in the world does not go extinct
3. Mother Earth would stop punishing us.
4. Have a photoshoot with ALL my close friends with a vintage/bubbly fun theme.
5. For OPI’s DS Radiance nail polish
6. For OPI’s Crown Me Already nail polish
7. For a gift voucher for www.nailfiesta.com
8. See a shooting star or an aurora
9. Two dozen/Seventeen colourful cupcakes as my birthday cake, with a beach theme.
10. For some really colourful or bold bikini with skirted bottoms, something like Victoria Secret’s (Top: S, Bottom: M)
11. A gray miniature schnauzer
12. Get a tattoo where my parents can’t see.
13. An eyeshadow set, probably from NYX.
14. See sunrise at the beach
15. To Swim with dolphins
16. Hug a real polar bear
17. Receive a huge bouquet of lavender, roses, lilies and tulips, like I did when I was seven. :) It had toys as well. I still have them! :P
Well, seventeen wishes, one for each year. Though the first three are always there every year. :) Hope all of them comes true like Wall-E’s wish does!
Signing off,
Brenners
The smell of chemicals was everywhere. From the sink to the counter, to the seat where I was placed in. I sat in that seat for 7 hours. 7 Freaking Hours. Alright I did switch seats between hour 3 & 4. Big deal, there was still that delightful stench of chemicals. Oh not to mention the noise of a ton of little air machines and the loud music pounding in my ears.
Where was I? I was in a salon. Today I decided to take a little trip to the salon to cure my poor hair, which looked awesome, well, 3 months ago. This morning it looked like I was from the jungle. I may be exaggerating a little, but you should get the point. Hair all over, a little frizzed, dry, split ends, every girl’s nightmare. Thus, I landed a bomb on my dad’s wallet. A 616 bomb. That’s Malaysian Ringgit by the way. Nice number ain’t it?
And what did I do with that wad of notes now safely tucked away in the cashier’s till? I currently have big curls and brown highlights, which are really soft and nice. The big curls? RM 260
The brown highlights? RM 168
The treatment? RM 188
I think my dad shed a tear. But then I look good. :D Call me egotistical, it’s a fact. Well I generally just look better than I did before. Gosh. There should have been a before-after photo. Too bad I didn’t take it.
Thank god they had Mr Bean on in the tiny TV screen that each seat has. Well not just Mr Bean, but all of Rowan Atkinson’s movies. It was pretty funny!
Oh and my favorite part? They had Victoria’s Secret’s Fashion shows. I just love those. The girls are all so pretty and the lingerie and swimsuits are just so mouthwatering… And the costumes are so cute!! I love those angel wings they have! I wonder if they’re heavy…
Anyways, it was a successful day and my butt made the sacrifice. But it was all worth it in the end. :D Apologies, I’m just too lazy to take a picture of my new hairstyle.
Butting off,
Brenners
Examining my life, I’ve had a hectic one. It’s been one hell of a rollercoaster ride. A few parts of it I loved the ride and the rest, it’s like having black butterflies in my stomach while sitting behind a person who can’t keep his mouth shut on a roller coaster, thus allowing his saliva to run all over my face. I’m in for a ride I know. The ride hasn’t ended yet. I don’t really want it to end. If it could go on, I wish, forever. I would even sit through the horrible parts. It’s what makes it fun. I’m currently in one of the horrible parts. I wish it could go faster though, but at the same time I want it to slow down. Maybe I’m just confused. I don’t know.
Especially when you act around me like that, then you just flaunt your ‘prized possession’ in my face, telling me that I can’t get it. Keep it. I don’t want it anymore, because I don’t want to be the one picking up the pieces. I want a smoother ride, so don’t bump your relationships into mine, it is of no interest to me. I’m glad I faced reality. I don’t want to listen to what you have to say anymore. You’re a lost cause to me, because you can never turn back to the way you were once.
Just remember, always, it was always just you.
Brenners…
Today, I saw the most beautiful thing. The sun setting above a number of sparkling high rised buildings. It just reminded me of your smile. Always smiling amongst the darkest skies and the highest objects. That was what kept me going.
Rest now, my dear. Rest now. I will smile for you.
If I could do what I dream, I’d be so happy. I’d be practicing my whole life dancing. Obviously, my parents don’t think so. Thus, dancing classes just disappear like *poof* into the thin air. In comes the heavy textbooks, the smell of chemicals and the stench of overflowing brain juice. Apparently, you can’t find a stable income with dancing. Says who? What about the awesome Step Up shows? Sure enough, the choreographers are earning loads! $$$$$$ Ka-Ching!
Sometimes I wish I would have some fatal disease or something, so I can make a wish under Make A Wish Foundation, to be a dancer. Obviously that’s just a stupid thought. I’d rather live like this than suffer so much. So much so that I can barely lift a leg, then what good a dancer will I be?
Honestly speaking, I’d go through every twitch and pull of a muscle fibre. I’d go through the pain and the effort to be a great dancer. The hours of practice, pain and sweat. I’d go through all that. That’s how big the fire of dancing in me is burning. It’s unfortunately being covered by limitations like the constant water supply surrounding it.
Lately I’ve been staring at the computer screen while beautiful music flowed through my ears and enchanting, graceful figures danced across my screen. I almost wanted to jump into the screen. Well, of course, if I could.
Some crazy scientist better find a time machine fast. A portable one, so I could travel into the future, to chase my dreams. Or, I can just wait patiently for 5 years to pass.
I’d like to be a contemporary dancer. Something about the genre, draws me to it. Perhaps, it’s the stretching and lifting of the legs, that make it seem as though your legs can go on forever. Maybe, it’s how the dance genre seems to be the best for telling emotions.
Thing is, I listen a lot to other people. Their feelings, their tears, their smiles, everything. But, a few listen to mine. So perhaps, I’d like to dance, to express myself in many ways that I can’t seem to be able to.
Like this video. I find it so amazing. I just can’t tear my eyes off them. It’s such a beautiful piece. Of course, credits go to Travis Wall.
Another great choreographer would be Sonya Tayeh. Cool haristyle, really quirky, but amazing choreographer. I can’t seem to be able to count the number of times I said ‘amazing’.
So now it’s all out in the open. My dream, is to be the best contemporary dancer you’ve ever seen. That shall have to wait, unfortunately.
Sigh,
Brenners.
I believe it’s a half lie when parents say, no parent hates their child. True, the majority of the parents around the world love their children. But in the modern society, does this still happen?
If it does, explain to me the domestic violence happening in the world. Explain to me the rapidly increasing number of drug and alcohol abuse cases. Depression causes this. I know. But there is no reason to take it out on your children.
Never once have I thought about this. Until I went on to sixbillionsecrets.com. The number of depressing ‘secrets’ there are, are shocking. One says, she has been raped by her brother’s best friend, and her dad never cares about her. Another says he has a chemistry test tomorrow and he can’t study for it, why? He’s busy cleaning up his dad’s vomit, whilst avoiding his dad’s punches. And not to mention, his dad will kill him if he doesn’t pass with flying colours for his test.
The number of psychotic people in this world is increasing. The influences and the environment are like psychotic producing factories. It never stops. When one loses a job, loses a family member, loses anything important to their lives, they take it out on other people. They hit, punch, scream, shout, anything to release their anger. And have they ever stopped to watch, even throw a glance to the other person suffering? No. Never. It takes something more than that to wake them up.
Wake up.
When I say that, I’m referring not just to the one throwing punches, but to the one receiving them too. As much as you love the puncher, love yourself more. Because you can never love someone fully unless you learn to love yourself first. It’s not your fault. Things happen for a reason. So, don’t be afraid.
I beg of you, tell someone about your problems. You can’t live in the dark forever. Don’t cry anymore. Transform yourself.
Brenners.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
The atmosfera clock keeps ticking. It never stops. It’s a fact that time never stops. It never stops for anyone. Not when you have to say farewell, not when you try to save a life. Never. Time changes things. Time destructs. Time heals. Time. Is everything.
They say that you cannot turn back time. That all there’s left to do is wait before everything turns out fine. That’s what they say : what they want to believe in. Every time a crude comment is made, it creates a wound in the heart. As time goes by, the wound closes and a scar is left behind. That’s what time can do. Close the wound. It can never fully heal it.
Time changes everything. It can change friends to enemies. Lovers to rivals. It can change one’s heart, one’s personality, to a complete new character. One that can be unknown to the people around.
It destructs. Relationships, trust, or rather, everything that is in it’s way. It shows no mercy. You fall down and try to get back up, to keep track of time, good luck catching up.
Time is a bitch.
Sooner or later, time kills you. All that’s left of you, is your soul, floating away in the thin crisp air, hoping to find a more peaceful place. Well, hopefully where time does not exist. Of course that seems impossible.
Well, time, challenge me. I’ll be waiting.
Brenners.
I always wonder. How some people are so blind. Blinded by everything around them, failing to see the best thing, standing right in front of them. They are so blinded that they make things complicated. To the extent that I don’t feel like caring anymore.
We shield ourselves from the unkind world, wrapping blankets of gossip and rumors around ourselves that it seems we are afraid of the reality, so much so that we forget what it’s like to be carefree and raw. Forgot what it’s like to just breathe.
I can’t form the words to tell you. But I always left hints. You should be able to pick them up, but you can’t. Either that, or you won’t. You just pretend to look at the other side. I can just ask why you don’t care anymore. But when I say it out loud to myself, it seems stupid. Of course you wouldn’t care anymore. You got them by your side. You don’t need another meddlesome girl around you. It’s not that simple. I wish you can see what’s happening to me. I wish you can read my mind. I just wish you can notice me again.
We usually take things for granted. I am one example. You took me for granted.
Still with me? I don’t think so.
But then I think to myself, I could show you how I feel. Show you how annoyed I am. I could express myself with tattoos, lose weight, cake my face with make-up, wear pretty clothes, just to make you look at me, but inside, it’s still me. If you can’t see the inner me, why should I even bother?
You’re not worth it after all. But why, does it still hurt?
Brenners
How genius my title of this post is. I didn’t make it ‘TAYMUN 2010’. So indirect. Just like me. Well sometimes. Ok I will shut up about it now.
Anyways, yes, I attended TAYMUN 2010, held in the Taylor’s Subang campus. Though the funny thing about this is that it is called TAYMUN and not TCSJMUN? But then on the certificates it was printed TCSJMUN. Right. Back to the point. Three words : It was AWESOME!
Although I was placed in the wrong committee (ECOFIN), did not have internet, could not do research, did not make speeches, just made one point of information (thus the title as well), almost went deaf due to the Chair’s gavel banging, and was just utterly silent 3/4 throughout the whole conference, it was a rewarding experience.
It got rid of my stage fright, it made me laugh so hard, it taught me a little about economics, it brought me a whole bunch of new friends such as Jarrod Joshua (there you’re here JJ :D), it made me see that there were so many over-achievers out there, and lastly, it created memories. :)
Day 1 :
Was totally lost
Stuttered in the opening speech
Made the first ‘outside of HELP’ friend, Lundu
Lobbying
‘Wrote’ a resolution about ‘How to stabilize the economy from future financial shocks’ (or somewhere along the lines of that topic)
Passed up the resolution
Had the entertainment of the day : Delegate of Mexico and Delegate of Spain had arguments.
The deafening bang of the gavel
Day 2 :
Thought I was late for roll call, turns out I arrived just in time
Had our resolution debated, got passed
Debated following resolutions
Forced to talk, thus made one point of information
Listened to amendments, debates, etc.
Delegate Of US got onto my nerves, though I respect her for being so awesome
Had McDonalds for lunch. Ewww…
Day 3 :
Most interesting day.
Almost cried, thanks to Mel Th’ng and Hui Min
Took LOADS of photos, SMILE
Resolutions got debated
Got chocolate from the chair
Went for lunch and met a whole bunch of people, thanks to Aira
Had fun voting for the Superlatives : We had DILF, and CHILF, (edited by Delegate of Indonesia to be ‘Delegate I’d Like to be Friends with’ because she won that title)
Closing ceremony : Met my old friends
Stayed back after closing ceremony to meet new people. :)
Oh how could I forget : took back all the memories made and kept them in my head with a lock and key. :)
Now, as my facebook profile sidebar states, attending MUNs has been my new favourite hobby. :D
Signing off,
Brenners
Alright, I’ve had my fair share of playing Dota. Seriously, as a girl, I’ve played Dota. Well, for like a week. Oh shush. Who wants to kill some weird mythical monsters anyways?
I really don’t understand looking at the screen, typing some weird cheat code and watching your ‘troop’ or ‘army’ or ‘team’ or whatever group-y word attack the rival. And the funny thing is, most of you guys, are addicted to it. Over lunch time, free periods, or pretty much half of your teenage life, you are stuck to the computer screen and the mouse bossing around mythical creatures, while the creators, sit down and earn big bucks. Ever thought about it that way?
Another game is Counter Strike. I DON’T UNDERSTAND THAT GAME. It’s so stupid.It lasts for 5 minutes or less than that, every round. It’s like an arcade game. Even arcade games are longer than that. You see this virtual hand, which is supposedly to be yours, and you change some weapons and shoot at virtual terrorists. Hide here, hide there, throw bombs, then after a while, you get the hang of it, and you know where to shoot and where to find the terrorists. Dumb game. But then, almost all you guys LOVE playing it. I should invent a game like that one day and sit down in my comfortable office chair and wait for money to flow in.
My point is, these games are a complete utter waste of time. I’d rather get out and play some outdoor activity or something. My girl friends, are usually complaining about how much their boyfriends are spending so much time on the computers instead of bringing them out on dates or spending time with them. I love how my aunt does it. She brought her nice long orange water pipe and turned the tap on, and guess what, the next thing you know, my cousin’s laptop frizzled and fried like a mad machine. What a wonderful idea.
All I’m saying to the guys who game and are wasting time, spend some time outside. Stop sticking your eyes to the computer. You’ll probably go blind or mental one day.
Signing off,
Brenners
P.S. : I don’t mean to offend anyone. :)
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