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1/2 a shmot

Condom Conundrum

Maybe Aberdare Hall is for the crazies after all. 

Too Much Food

In a perfunctory attempt to revive this pitiful blog, I am writing now to rant about my non-existent time-management skills. As of this week, I have 2 tutorials to prepare for, a Public Law formative assignment due this Friday of which I have barely even started on–let alone looked at the question, Law Ball which is this coming Friday, and no, I do not have a decent thing to wear for it, which means I need to allocate some time for shopping. Urgh. I know I've gone overboard when it comes down to having to make shopping sound like such a tedious, unenjoyable chore.

To the well-oiled machine, all this is mere child-play. Alas, I am no well-oiled machine. If anything, I doubt my joints were ever lubricated to begin with! Where's the lubricant when you need it?? (that's what she said!) Which begs me to return to the central issue: time-management. We are all equally given 24 hours in a day, the mark of a true pro-sensei-gay-fu-yoh-time-manager is how well that 24 hours are used up. I'm so poor at time management, even if I had to give up sleep if that meant more time to get work done, I'd still be here again in this chair, at this notebook, whining about why I suck at managing my invaluable hours.

Come to think of it, poor time management might not be the sole cause to blame. I can also distribute the blame on the fact that I am a very-easy-to-distract person. If I could wish for a superpower, it would not be to fly, or to have superstrength, or to be able to paint the fingernails on my right hand (do not underestimate the ability to paint your nails using your left hand without making them look like the Joker's lipstick application equivalent!). If I could wish for a superpower, it would be for me to be able to engage my fullest attention–to the point of engrossment–on to the pages of my textbook, the way Facebook aka Beelzebub has it's perennial hold on my soul. Yes, folks! That is what I want! To have my readings and assignments hold my attention the way Facebook can. Believe me, I swear to goodness that if I substituted all my time on Facebook (or the internet in general) with time for homework, I would not be here further wasting my time (oh, sweet irony!) to make your eyes bleed with all this mediocrity.

So, what is the analysis? Poor time-management, or too easily distracted (ADHD)? Or even worse *gasp* BOTH?? On a side note, the nominations for a sweeeet spot on the Malaysian Student's Society Cardiff Uni (MSSCF) are open. I am très interested, and also very aware that whoever reads this post will be fully informed about my not-so-secret -anymore shortcomings, that my Facebook is my Kryptonite, or that I can easily distract myself for hours on end by looking for something out of nothing on the triple-W. I haven't the foggiest inkling how things might turn out; somebody could nominate me, or so help me, I might even nominate myself for a yet-to-be-decided post; but at the risk of exposing too many flaws and fallacies, or even sounding like a self-assured, insuffrable smug lady dog, let me just say that all are welcome to read this post. I have nothing to hide!

ps. Faceccubus is a waaaaay more befitting name than Facebook, agree?

*glances left-right-left again*

shhHHHhhhhh...

GREETINGS, KEVIN O'KANE!

Xin Dee doesn't know this, but I'm writing to say hello to you! She told me that you have been reading our dearly departed blog, so I am seizing this opportunity to make the overture, in getting to know the guy who is dating my beloved cuzzie. Hmmm...."dating", I don't know if either of you are comfortable with that word. Sounds so archaic, the kind of word your parents and mine most probably use. "Going out"? "Seeing"? Whichever floats your boat. By now, you must probably be already thinking what a loony Xin Dee has for a cousin.

Hey, you are abso-fucking-lutely right! But no worries, I take absolutely no offence. Only, if anything, I much prefer the term eccentric, or quirky...ooh ooh, unorthodox is my all time favourite! The kind of words people use to describe crazy people who have deep pockets. We've all heard of the proverbial "eccentric billionaire" too many times. Not that I'm implying that I have a lot of money. I just don't, okay?

This blog post really is the highlight of any spur-of-the-moment impulses I've ever had. Hopefully, you will take this well, and not be too uptight with it. Hopefully Xin Dee will find this delightful, and I will not end up getting a phone call from her after, giving me two earfuls of why she might detest and object to this silliness. Heck, she might even delete this post. To the both of you, please do not get upset over this and give me a reason to regret posting this. No, this is not a blog equivalent of drunk-dialing. I am entirely sober. Nice and clean!

Basically, the gist of this post is to say Hello! An unusual sort of ice-breaker. Now that I have done exactly that, I will leave you with an informal disclaimer, an exclusion clause so to speak, with nothing to exclude, really. Just a sweet and short "Hello", followed by a long-winded "Please don't get all sour!". Blame the law student in me...I am virtually full of it!

So I hope you are having a good time reading about the past misadventures and wackiness that both myself and our partner-in-crime Xin Dee (we have that much in common!) have experienced during our arugula days (elitist much? I hear some cry) . I also hope you find this post/shoutout as amusing as I do. I revel and thrive on the element of surprise! I'm not one who believes in racial profiling–it's just UNACCEPTABLE– but you know how some people categorise the French as being snooty and arrogant, or the Chinese as being greedy and unscrupulous? Let's just say, that by accommodating, and even relishing in my droll sense of humour, you are proving to the world, or at least to this sad-excuse-of-a-blog's limited readership; that the Irish can have a laugh or two!

Cheerio,

Yi Lynn

Post Script. I hope I have not offended anyone in anyway, or mucked up any plans the both of you shared in trying to keep whatever it is you are having covert. I mean well. Malaysian warmth and sincerity! :D

dong dong dong CHIANG!

despite being many, many, many kilometres away, somebody is beginning to get into the spirit of ang paus, red clothes, cho tai ti and ba gua! and of course, no chinese new year would be complete without the spirited crooning of the novelty indian man blaring away on the telly :)

2009

happy new year's day!

time to make resolutions we're going to break

time to find someone to kiss when the clock chimes 12 times

time to celebrate a new year

and hopefully, an even better one than this one

happy new year's day everyone!

Paris loves me! ;-)

Moo-vie

Wasp Attack!

This bugger (literally) stung me! The sneaky little insect was hiding covertly inside my rubber washing gloves, awaiting the opportune moment to launch its ambush, glove-illa style. Well you're dead now motherf*****, and I'm still here, alive and kicking like an interminable pachyderm, so suck on that beetch.

):-(

Library Fun #1

Reading from law journals can be very tedious. Who says that need be when you can have much more fun looking up President-elects of the United States.

At the risk of sounding like a jakun, sod it all. I'm gonna go with "Wicked awesome!"

ps. Cardiff University and Harvard Law Review, please don't sue me for breach of intellectual property or anything like that. I'm just an excited kid. Honest =)