it has been ages.. hasnt it.. n i been through so much just in dis small gap. moments of elation, sickness, thoughts of death, scared, happiness n everything. im back in my hometownfor a week of study break. but havent touched a single page .. diwali was fun.. we celebrated at home.. had many frens over.. it was good to catch up on old times.. yakkin away n gossiping. hehe.. like wat we alwiz do.. then wen down to penang.. journey was tiring.. 4 of us the back of CR-V and my uncle at the back in the bonnet) haha.. not really a bonnet.. its actually a sitting space.. so we
wen around to relations houses.. played massive firecrackers where by sum of it turned almost fatal.. hehe. scary.. the "rocket" was supposed to head up to the sky but wat happened was it hit the pavement n came turnin back to where we where standiing.. but was fun/

had two family gatherings.. uncles got massively drunk.. hehe fun to watch// they were talkin crap n dancing like mad... n as usual my dad hd to force us to dance.. euw..i mean its ok if u dance in the club or wid ur frens.. but dis wid sum drunkard uncles n all the orthodoxed aunties n all watching.. i mean if u dance u r gonna get a bad name as this ppl wud be like" look at her,, she dancing like she has alwiz been dancing in clubs.. dis is wat they wud be probably doin in kl" blabla shit.. n if uu dun dance,, there cums ur dad shouting n forcing u to dance... haihs.. so niway.. my sisters wen on n danced.. me n younger sis didnt really bother..

not much of "angpow" too.. i mean i tot i cud get alike at least 100 but wherela.. most of them didnt even give.. sadness.. ehe.. so niway dad is off to scotland... stopping a day in london,, touring then of the abedin or watever .. hehe.. no idea.. wud be back in a week... i asked my dad to get me a :-

pair of sportshoes- preferabbly adidas but forgot to tel him the size
watch
perfume
hmm sum other things la. cant member also..
but as i knoe for sure.. dad isnt gonna bring back anything like dis. haha.. i wud prob get a t-shirt or so.. eheh. but fingers crossed

or and... worst time of life.. 2nd worst la.. since i was havin severe diarrhea all the time, dad took to me to the doctor.. n so i wen.. then i was to have a scopy and endoscopy.. which means i wud have mini cams entered in me.. bothways...( gasp) to check the condtion of my stomach and also my colon n intestines.. so i was not allowed to eat for almost 15 hours.. n was asked to take dis sodium drink whihc clean my bowel n i wud have diarhhea ... i started vomitting afta dat.. diarrhea oni started later n didnt stop even wen i wen for the scope.. but since my stomach was empty.. nothing much came.. so niway da dr said ihave mild gastric.. n for the whole day yest ( wen for the scope in the morning) i cud eat or even drink water.. thanx to the anaesthetic.. im feelin much better today.. managed to eat a good breakfats.. my fav kind - toast wid butter, half boiled egg n nescafe.. yeah... hopefully im fine by tomoro as i shud really be heading back kl to start studyin.. exams startin in a weeks time.. well.. dats about it then... pic of diwali.. both in my house n in penang.

PASTA BOLOGNESE... SPECIALLY BY ME.

RECIPE:-

Ingredients..

a packet of pasta
2 onions-diced
2 fat tomatoes-diced
2 garlic cloves -smashed
vege- bell pepper, couliflower, mixed vege, baby corn, snow peas, any vege that u think is suitable
2 red chillies
salt+sugar+pepper- to taste,(may add a bit of cinnamon powder)
a can of tomato puree

methods.,

1. fry the onions n garlic in a pan wid 2 tablespoon of oil/butter
2. add the vegetables n stir, meanwhile boil the pasta shells in another container wid a bit of salt and oil
3. add in the tomato puree and the seasoning
4. add in a cup of water and let it boil for a minute.
5. your gravy is cooked.. serve it on the pasta and add cheese-parmesan wud the best though ur normal cheesedale would do

hehe.. have fun cookin..

been quite sum time since i actually wrote sumthing other than just copyin n pasting cute excerps.. niways.... been busy wid assignments(which i still havent't finished) and also busy lazying around.. iskk..malaysia-kl-UKM is very hazy.. makes my throat dry.. been a bit depressed lately.. not knowing da reason y.. life is goin on. birthday was ok..celebrated in Ipoh...wid family.. daddy wasnt around.. we share the same birthday.. 8th oct..
so they got me a cake n then smeared me.. hehe.. even my mom.. heck she started it..list of birthday presents-

dad n mom- rm100..( sad.. i wan more cash!)
sis1- rm200 voucher from clinique?? haha.. ok- dis is to go make myself up n take sum photo.. i tot can buy things.. but nvm nvm
sis2-lamp.. but said wanna get me beter things soon- may i ask for cash.. hehe
babysis-hair clip.. quite the nice..
dnesh-punjabi suit... a baby blue that is now too tight for me!!


yes .. daddy bought me a rice cooker.. hehe i sound so much like a daddy's girl.. rich pampered.. i wish da reality was as painted just as blue. but am not rich..not pampered.. am independent.. just cared n loved.. really getting homesick// wish my parents were in kl.. so i can c them whenever i wan.. but unfortunately,,,they r in Ipoh. n daddy.. works in the oilrigs far away...

yeahh.. diwali cumin.. got 2 punjabi suits.. a white n another red .. broke man..

The following are all replies that Dallas Texas women have written on Child Support Agency forms in the section for listing "father's details". Or putting it another way... Who's yo Daddy? These are genuine excerpts from the forms. Be sure to check out number 11. It takes 1st prize, and number 3 is runner up.

1. Regarding, the identity of the father of my twins, child A was fathered by Jim Munson. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of child B, but I believe that he was conceived on the same night.
2. I am unsure, as to the identity of the father of my child as I was being sick out of a window when taken unexpectedly from behind. I can provide you with a list of names of men that I think were at the party if this helps.
3. I do not know the name of the father of my little girl. She was conceived at a party at 3600 Grand Avenue where I had unprotected sex with a man I met that night. I do remember that the sex was so good that I fainted. If you do manage to track down the father, can you send me his phone number? Thanks.
4. I don't know the identity of the father of my daughter. He drives a BMW that now has a hole made by my stiletto in one of the door panels. Perhaps you can contact BMW service stations in this area and see if he's had it replaced.
5. I have never had sex with a man. I am still a Virginian. I am awaiting a letter from the Pope confirming that my son's conception was ejaculate and that he is the Saver risen again.
6. I cannot tell you the name of child A's dad as he informs me that to do so would blow his cover and that would have cataclysmic implications for the economy. I am torn between doing right by you and right by the country. Please advise.
7. I do not know who the father of my child was as all blacks look the same to me.
8. Peter Smith Is the father of child A. If you do catch up with him, can you ask him what he did with my AC/DC CDs? Child B who was also borned at the same time ... Well, I don't have clue.
9. From the dates it seems that my daughter was conceived at Disney World; maybe it really is the Magic Kingdom.
10. So much about that night is a blur. The only thing that I remember for sure is Delia Smith did a program about eggs earlier in the evening. If I had stayed in and watched more TV rather than going to the party at 146 Miller Drive, mine might have remained unfertilized.
11. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my baby, after all, like when you eat a can of beans you can't be sure which one made you fart.

Nation
Friday October 6, 2006


UKM now ranked way ahead of UM

BY SIMRIT KAUR and HARIATI AZIZAN

PETALING JAYA: Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia (UKM) has supplanted Universiti Malaya (UM) as the country’s highest ranked university in the latest survey conducted on world university rankings.

In World University Rankings 2006 published by the Times Higher Education Supplement and conducted by QS Quacquarelli Symonds, UKM rose by 105 places to break into the top 200-ranked universities for the first time, climbing from 289 last year to 185.

UM, however, continued its downward spiral, by dropping a further 23 places to 192. Its ranking fell from 89 in 2004 to 169 last year, causing a national debate on the status of the premier university and the validity of the criteria used for the rankings.

The British newspaper's annual rankings are based on measures like peer review (40%), employer survey (10%), international faculty (5%), international students (5%), staff to student ratio (20%), and the number of times research is cited by other academics (20%). Details of this year's criteria are not yet available.

Former UKM vice-chancellor Datuk Dr Mohd Salleh Mohd Yasin, who retired in August this year, attributed UKM’s current standing to the joint effort by everyone in the university.

“We focused on raising the university’s profile internationally. We also made a concerted effort to improve UKM’s website and consolidate the information there,” said Dr Mohd Salleh, who is currently chairman of the National Accreditation Board.

Universiti Sains Malaysia and Universiti Putra Malaysia also improved in this year’s standings – UPM rose by 102 places from 394 to 292, while USM climbed from 326 to 277.

When contacted, current UKM vice-chancellor Datuk Dr Sharifah Hapsah Syed Hasan Shahabudin and UM vice-chancellor Datuk Rafiah Salim declined comment, saying that they would speak at a press conference at UM today.

Opposition Leader Lim Kit Siang described this year’s results as a double shame for UM.

“Not only did it slide further but UM also fell behind UKM. This is unacceptable for Malaysia's premier university. There is need for a shake-up,” he said.

He added that although UKM should be commended for its place in this year’s rankings, Malaysia’s top public universities should rank among the top 50.

It has been reported that the Ministry has set a target for two public universities to break into the top 50 by 2010.

Lim attributed Malaysian universities' poor ranking to the failure of the institutions “to practise real meritocracy in academic appointments and promotions, as well as in student intake.”

Higher Education Minister Datuk Mustapa Mohamed could not be reached for comment.

At the top of the rankings is Harvard University, which retained its position. However, Massachusetts Institute of Technology lost its number two position to Cambridge University.

British and American universities took all the places in the top 10. The highest placed Asian university is China’s Beijing University, at 14. The University of Tokyo and the National University of Singapore were joint 19th, the only other Asian universities in the top 20.


haha.. yes.. thanx to me UKM is da 1st!! hehehe...

I really have the vaguest idea on how parents are able to love all their children the same amount. On any fine day, if you ask any parents they would insist they love and care for all their children the same but try asking any kids with siblings. Only a tiny miniscule fraction (approximately 0.001%) would say their parents are fair and equal in loving and caring and admit they do not face any sibling rivalry at home! Or in my case, it would be appreciation and also attention.
Born the third out of four girls, I am in the midst of overheated jealousy. Or it would be better to say I was. Come on la. I have two elder sisters who are super-achievers. They are good at everything and I do mean everything! They excel in school, amazing in arts (despite not having any lessons in art), have wonderfully sweet voice when they sing and possibly everything else. And yeah, they are good with people too. Their drawings are framed up around the house and mind you, these aren’t drawings of stick figurines with few strands of hair. These are a la Picasso and Leonardo da Vinci. And for me, I’m nothing like them; I don’t even look like them. I can’t draw, or probably just not as good. There is no use telling me not to compare myself with them, because every other situation compels me to do so!
When anyone visits us, my parents would proudly bring them for a tour around the house and show and marvel everyone with the art-work of my sisters. And almost always I would be asked "So, what are you good at?" and I though thoroughly mortified would have to answer "None, I’m kinda hopeless actually". Why can’t people accept the fact that not everyone has to be same?
For a fact, I am not hopeless. There are certain things where I can flaunt my talents. I am good in expressing my emotions through words and poem. Well if you want to know, I actually have had a poem published in a coffee table book by the International Poem Club when I was 15 ( yeah .. cheers for me!!) and also have few articles published by the local papers. And I also have a talent for speaking in public and also for advising people especially about love-life problems (Clue= I am doing psychology) but my parents do not even acknowledge my talents or achievements. I mean I am not asking much but just a few words of encouragement and probably if they actually frame up my articles by the paintings of my sisters, would definitely boost up my self-esteem by ten-folds.
But come to think of it, though my elder sisters get all the name and fame, it is me and my younger sister who get more freedom. When my elder sisters were adolescents my parents were all but liberal. We lived under a military, iron-nailed regime and trust me when I say this is an understatement. There was no going out with friends even if they are girls, no movies, no listening to English or Tamil cinema songs, no posters on the wall, no sleep-over, no even talking about boys and basically no nothing! And through out the years, my parents have mellowed. They are not that mushy but we (me and my younger sister) do get a tad more freedom compared to my elder sisters. We are allowed to go out with friends, watch movie, have fun and hang out. Yeah we have fun and drive our elder siblings into a green frenzy of rage. My mom actually listens to the latest English songs and while dad has not really changed much, he has slackened off just a tiny bit. My moment of revelation came when my mom said this, "Do you know that Shakira’s mother was a belly dancer from Lebanon?" wow. To think that my mom actually knows the happenings in the music industry and even their history!
Now that we are all grown up, I and my sisters are as close as thieves in a pack. We seldom get a chance to meet since we have already left the nest and currently are busy pursuing our tertiary studies or climbing the corporate ladder. The little time we get to meet back in home during weekends, are moments to be treasured. We update each other and could spend hours just talking and laughing that sometimes would drive my dad up the wall! But nevertheless, thanks to the modern technology we do keep in touch through sms, mms, video conferencing with webcams and voice messages. And like most other families, we grew out of the rivalry. I can say my sisters are one of my best companions. I could just be myself and not be afraid to express myself with them and the amount of nonsense we do together is unspeakable and would make everyone shake their heads in disbelief.


dis was writen for the sole pupose to get cash from da paper.. hehe,,, half of above is not true.. or basically it refers to the past. im a changed person now.. i dun care about dis kinda petty things no more.. im good n i have cum to accept my goodness and my evilness... im proud of my talents no matter how silly or unimportant they r.. for all talents as my old fren told me, comes from god n its there for a reason.. n we must utilise it to our outmost cababilty... cheers to myself