The Drummer Boy Chronicles

I am a very, very happy girl.

I dreamt of Andy last night. I don't exactly remember what it was about, but it made me really happy.

Sigh...

ANDY!

Handball

I was searching for articles regarding handball for my assignment, when I came across this in Wikipedia.

Handball is the name of several different sports:

• Team handball, Olympic sport in which two teams try to throw the ball into their opponents' goal
• Gaelic handball, a sport similar to squash where players hit the ball with a hand instead of a racquet
• American handball, a sport similar to squash where players hit the ball with a hand instead of a racquet, which originates from Gaelic handball (Pinto YMCA circa 1980's)
• Australian handball, similar to the Irish and American versions, with a defined culture and rule set
• Basque pelota and Valencian pilota, handball games played in Spain
• Chinese handball, a variant of American handball popular on the streets of New York City during the 1960s and 70s
• Fives, a hand ball game played primarily in the United Kingdom
• Four square, also known as downball in Australia, a game played on two or more squares
• Frisian handball (keatsen), a game played in Friesland in the northern Netherlands between two teams of three players
• Reverse handball, a radical but growing variation of four square in Australia, involving the use of external objects

Handball can also refer to:

• Handball (Australian rules football), a legal method of disposing of the ball and an alternative to a footpass
• Handball (soccer), illegal use of arms or hands while playing football (soccer)

Handballing may refer to the sexual act of fisting.

WHAT THE?!

Eeeks!!!

Ouch!

:(

My left pinkie's swollen from a handball injury. Hurt it twice when I tried to catch the ball but missed and the momentum of the ball forced my finger to bend backward, hence the swelling. The first time it happened, the pain was still tolerable. The second time it happened it was so painful, I pretty much cursed all the way until it was my turn to be evaluated. The poor finger is bleeding on the inside of the nail.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one. Nawa's middle finger's swollen too.

On a brighter note, I still managed to score 9/10 for the evaluation. God is good :)

The swelling has subsided. Thank God it was not a fracture.

As usual, work is piling up, so many things pending, the big day's next week, exam is the following week. Boy, I feel like I'm drowning.

But I know I can overcome it. Because He is watching over me. Nothing is too big for my God.

Busy. Busy. Busy.


I wished you knew.


But how would you react to it?


Will you welcome this confession?

PDA

No, not the PDA gadget thingy you are thinking about.

PDA - Public Display of Affection.

I was going down the escalator after my retail therapy this afternoon when I turned behind to see a couple kissing each other affectionately. Not just pecks ok? Erm, with tongue and all. Uber YUCK!

I ignored them and continued to go down the escalator to the ground floor (I was descending from the 7th floor) when I heard someone say "Get a room lah!"

I turned to the back and saw 2 boys behind the couple who were giggling. Then another one said "G-Hotel's only next door! RM 250 a night!"

Whoa! Very, very bold of them. The couple must've felt embarrassed or something. I don't quite know, couldn't be bothered to check their expressions after that 'slap on the face'.

Anyhoos, I'm very happy with my purchases today. Bought 2 pairs of shorts at a great bargain, a pair of sandals, and 2 tank tops for sis.

Going to the market with dad tomorrow morning, then dim sum again! Woots! I heart dim sum and yum cha. Wont be surprised if I grow horizontally.

lat tali lat tali tam plom

Kids these days play PS3, Nintendo Wii, Gameboy, XBox.

But just a while ago, I heard the kids downstairs go "lat tali lat tali tam plom". From the 8th floor of my apartment.

Brings back sweet memories of when I was younger. And naive.

Have you tried playing your childhood games now that you are older?

I have. Once. During handball.

And it was awesome. Let's do it again, shall we?

Sigh... Onlining in Penang is such a breeze. I miss high-speed internet. Back in KL the internet signal and speed is so crappy, I couldn't even see my traffic feed on my blog. Here in Penang, I can download songs all within 1 minute!

Spent the day with dad and sis. Bonding :) Dim sum for brekkie, went to Queensbay for a lil shopping and then we made Sarawak Laksa for dinner! Awesome, awesome. Wish the rest of the family were here too.

Was at KL Sentral on Friday afternoon to meet with my sis. I was trying to kill my time by reading the paper when this girl approached me. She was asking me for donation for an orphanage and I told her I wasn't interested. Been reading in the papers about how people go about asking for donations and all, but they are not supposed to do so as it was illegal. She left. Then later on this guy approached me. When I told him I wasn't interested, he told me no worries cos he was not selling things. Then he started telling me the story, introduced himself, flipped through his folder and showed me photos etc. He took a car sticker and shoved it in my hands, asked me to donate RM 10 but I gave it back to him and declined to donate. And guess what he said?! "Help children also not interested ah?"

Whoa there! My blood was boiling by then, but I kept my cool and told him "I'd like to help these unfortunate children, but I wouldn't do it this way. I'd go to the orphanage personally and offer them my assistance." I told him that I do not trust such syndicates who are after the public for donation. He tried to convice me into donating by showing me an article in his folder 'published' from the newspaper I was reading. I took a look at it and noticed that it was not in its original form but in a coloured print instead. Instantly, other thoughts flashed through my head. It could be a fake for all I know. He went on mumbling on things which I couldn't even figure out because he was mumbling, duh! I insisted that I didn't want to donate and that I'd go to the orphanage personally if I wanted to. He asked "Why?" and I had to tell him the same thing again. He was getting into my nerves. When he finally accepted the fact that I was not going to donate, he went "Oh, if not interested just say not interested la."

Those were his exact words. How dared he?! I was beyond pissed when I heard him say that, but he took off already, hunting for more people to succumb into sympathy through his 'stories'. Now to all of you out there, that is complete BULL ok?! Who did he think he was to tell me that? After all, I am only a student and I have zero earnings. RM 10 is a lot of money, expecially if you are not sure where it is going to.

Do not fall prey for these people. If you'd like to donate or assist such unfortunate children, pay the orphanage a visit. Don't let your hard-earned money pay for some stranger's shopping spree. Such folks ought to be ashamed of themselves. But apparently, they do not know what shame means.

It has been a while

Been busy, as usual.

The workload never seems to end.

I need a break.

Thank goodness the Raya break is only a few days away.

But before that, I have a huge pile of things to settle - assignments, test, practices and performances asdjlfgoauyituirhtujsdhbsdhf

*smacks forehead*

Killing myself slowly with Grammar

I think I overdosed on Grammar.

Completed the darn assignment around 3.

I don't feel quite like myself now.

I HATE Grammar! And HATE is a strong word.

Oh bother!

Vanakkam!

Namaste!

Indian food totally rock my world!

And you too, Drummer Boy.

Except, my tongue's on fire now.

I can only

watch your life play out in pictures

from afar.

The Drummer Boy Chronicles

I stare at the screen
On a Wednesday morning, damp and chilly
Fingers numb and cold
And you come to mind

I grab my blanket from my bed
And cover myself with it
If only it were your arms instead
Then your familiar voice came to mind

But it is but a dream
Wishful thinking so it seems
Oh so near yet so far
The Drummer boy in my heart

Drummer Boy

He was a boy, she was a girl
Can it be anymore obvious?
He was a hunk, she did Shakespeare
What more can I say

She wanted him, yet he can't tell
But then he wanted someone else
He'd write songs about the other
And leave her alone to suffer

He was a drummer boy, he'd say "See ya later girl"
She wasn't good enough for him
Now he's a superstar, banging on his TAMA
Singing songs about the girl he loves

TAMA - just because it rhymes with superstar

My Drummer Boy

Black Converse shoes
Black watch
Faded blue jeans
Goofy grin
Cheeky smile
Stubble above your lip
Long sideburn
Unkempt hair
Headbanging

I can go on and on...

Stereotypes

I've had numerous encounters whereby I was asked whether I was Malay or Chinese, especially by cashiers or sales promoters.

Just because I can speak Malay rather fluently, so they say.

And when I tell them that I am Chinese, they will go "Wah, pandai cakap Melayu." "Sekolah Melayu ke?" "Atau ramai kawan Melayu?"

I don't think I can speak Malay fluently, rather, I speak Malay without the very thick Chinese accent or textbook Malay (bahasa baku).

I don't have many Malay friends back home in Kuching. It was only when I came to the peninsular to further my studies that my circle of Malay friends began to grow. I hardly use the language when I'm back home. That's because Bahasa Sarawak is used instead. Back in school and tuition centres, teachers stressed the importance of using textbook Malay (bahasa baku). The Malay language spoken back home differs from the Malay spoken in the Peninsular.

So, is it so weird that a Chinese can speak Malay? Isn't it the same if a Malay speaks Mandarin? Or an Indian who could speak Mandarin etc. You get what I mean.

Let me tell you something. I am a Chinese, but I don't speak Mandarin. Yes, I speak Malay and I speak English. How's that?

So, is it still so surprising?

I don't think so.

Caw, Caw! RAWR!

UP is filled with uber cuteness!

Good afternoon. My name is Russell and I am a Wilderness Explorer in Tribe 54, with large 12. Are you in need of any assistance today, sir?

You're the only one, I would take a shot on.

Tell me.

Will you welcome this confession?

Hey you

It's just


wishful thinking.

I LOVE the weekends.

Tonsilitis

I have tonsilitis.

At least, I think I have it.

That explains the swelling I had near my throat which has not subsided despite almost a week.

Thing is, I've no time to go to the clinic.

Yeah, no time to go to the clinic but have plenty of time to blog.

Hehehe.

Random

Guys who play guitars and drums are hawttttttttt!

Or any musical instrument, for that matter.

;)

That was random :P