in which i wanna be a vegetarian

Sick of everything else. Haha

So my lastt post was lastt month. My last update was 2-3 months ago. Since then, I've

• shot for 4 days for the GreaterFaith conference, which included doing switching for the 1st time and also standing for 2+- hours straight for 4+- sessions and having 'jet lag'
  
• gotten sick with fever right after, which included a really bad cold, thus depleting all the tissue in the house
• celebrated some people's birthdays, which included walking the whole of centerpoint in 2+- inch heels and getting red eye
• had my computer go into rehab twice, which included more that 2 weeks without ever using the internet or watching movies
• watched the whole SYTYCD season5, which included some staying up late
• lost and found my handphone for the second time, which included an awesome music concert
  
• experienced several fiascoes, which included mortification as an ahem 'artist' in one, and a tow car in another
• hurt leg =s worried like crazyy
• found out I get to dance for Cwishmas =) the year end season now feels complete =p was just about to go nostalgic with the thought of not dancing -as I've been for the past several consecutive Christmases (except they were hiphop)

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So the story of the tow-in fastforward:

Valiant Jo decides to drive herself to class. Jo reverses into drain. Neighbor kakak watches amused. Passing cars stop and stare. Sis calls for help, driver calls boss. Help comes and tries to drive car to freedom. Kakak watches amused. Passing cars stop and stare. Neighbors discover they can't drive out to work. They take bus 11 instead. Two other guys come and try to carry car to freedom. Kakak watches amused. Passing cars stop and stare. Finally towguy gets called. Tow guy comes. Tow guy tows car to freedom. Everyone goes back to as they were. Jo discovers besides becoming broke she has gotten a tan from standing outside for the past few hours.
No, Jo has no driving phobia instilled, though it may be a while before she takes the wheel again.

in which it's been a decade

Since I moved to live in KK
I was 7, kinda skinny, extremely taciturn, and xenophobic
Me 10 years later:
17, less skinny, less taciturn, less xenophobic
Oh how I've grown =p
Yea time zooms by.. Yea 10 years ago I wouldn't have imagined 10 years later to look like this..
What would be like 10 years from now.. (I don't like the sound of my then-age!) haha
I guess I'll find out then =)

Committing then to God

in which i freakin passed

!Thank God!

I finally passed my jpj test!
*bigsmiledoesahappydancejumpsupanddownandcartwheels*
I now don't have to drive no more!
*bigsmiledoesahappydancejumpsupanddownandcartwheels*
Hahaha

I had a nice guy jpj officer, I didn't have to wait for my turn long at all, and while waiting I befriended my tutor's other student, a very lovely gregarious girl who generously shared with me her family tree, about all 11 siblings. My engine died more than twice, got horned at only once, and blur me used the wrong gears for the beginning part of the journey, but after passing, I don't care! =)

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last night i heard about this girl, who took the driving test 750 times and spent 10,000 in korean money... woww.. don't know how true but talk about perseverance... =o

in which i did the most horribible thing any sane conscious person should do

I dropped my violin

='(
in the state of contrition overwhelmed with remorse

in which i'm an accountant

I was going to post a real short entry consisting of a smile and a hi or a hi and a smile, just to blog something for the sake of.. my blog.. I think. But I found something else to herald. Haha

The other day I found this personality test in this site, and took it, for fun, to take a break from studying. It wasn't the pick the words that best describe you kind of test; it had different questions of personal habits, work habits, and others (some questions I thought were quite silly though). I finished the test, clicked the finish button or whatever that button was called (and I think the next part is guessable since the entry's title quite obviously adumbrates it). The results page loaded with Big Bright Bold Capital Letters : YOU ARE AN ACCOUNTANT!

I spent the next minute laughing at the page. Wth. Me accountant? *tries to imagine* ... *fails* The test is definitely faulty. =p Below the spastic accountant sentence were the adjectives -Submissive, Introverted, Concrete- Thinker. Well I guess that's roughly correct. But the following paragraph describing this personality in more detail was less roughly correct. It made me feel like a machine or something. The descriptions portrayed such a perfect (more like an overly quixotic nonexisting perfect) person-thing. Anyways yes, these personality thingys are not to be fully accepted. They are to be trusted askance. Haha.

The concrete thinker part they got kinda right though. I ponder endlessly, analyze both angles, and still cannot come up with a decisionanswerconclusion. It sometimes drives me crazy. And I need to decide whether to go or not -like now. I need to stop asking why and why nott. Ahh.

The personality system closest to describing me I think is perfectmelancholy and peacfulphlegmatic. DISC system doesn't really seem to fit me. =)

in which i should learn how to do my own makeup

Haha. It would help greatly for ballet concerts, where makeup is a must. I did kinda do my own makeup for the last show on Saturday night though -with lots of help from audrey and chyng *smiles with pride* for the very first time! Ever! Haha sakai (I think that's the word for my dither and feeling of such an achivement.. lol). I only didn't dare stick my own false eyelashes. And surprisingly they weren't as uncomfortable as they sound.

Whole of last week = rehearsals for The Slave Princess (a ballet, if you haven't caught on or read the newspaper articles). Everday, Sun-Sat, lasting up to 11 hours. Legs were constantly tired- from standing. Why? Here are the dance roles in hierarchy: First are the lead prince & princess, then the 4 other princesses, then the other prince, then the slaves, then market sellers/court ladies & their partners, then there's me. Market & court crowd. So like the size of the role, that's how much we dance, but we have to stand on stage for the rest of the time. Feet killer. We did get used to it, but still it was tiring.

It isn't something you get to do often, so it was quite an experience (with a lil remuneration too), both inspiring and depressing -the same feelings that seem to be my frequent reoccurring leitmotifs in life, which you've probably heard about more than once if you have read my blog long enough if you don't know what I'm talking about nvm. But dwelling on the positive side of it, I have a new found respect for guy ballet dancers =) KL dancers' dancing is awesome =) They've all got the prettiestcoolest leos =) Made us KK people break the 10th commandment like never before. Hah.

Pics =) Ones from my camera.. so don't have any of rehearsals nor at friday's dinner. =C

26th, Day four of pracs







Yayasan is actually a really nice place to take pics
yes I just found out =p

27th, Dress rehearsal



There was this really gorgeouss sunset
sadly I only got blur shots of what was left of it



28th, After the Matinee show



Makeup was like the acting we had to do in the ballet- extremely histrionic. Mine was done extremely rushed, by about 3 diff ppl I think, and hence, cacat. Haha


29th, Final performance










After scrubbing makeup off we adjourned to @mosphere for afterparty



















Lol flash was real bright ba















Being the last ppls to leave at about 12something am, of course we were collapsing =p

in which i failed

My jpj test. *inserts angry face*

Jo how could you! *inserts another face*

I've never felt like such an inept oaf.

I don't think I've ever failed like anything (as in test/exam-wise) in my entire life. Ok except like math tests which aren't really a biggie. Plus it doesn't cost a 3digitnumber. But I just had to go and flunk this. *inserts another youknowwhat*
Though I'm usually not happy with my exam results, still, I'm used to getting scores which are like abovee Pass. Failing? Absolutely Foreign. So after the test I seriously felt shocked like the world had just collapsed on top of just me. Right now I still can not be lieve I fail ed my dri ving test. *depressed*

The jpj officer was no help at all. Once I saw that I got a freaking female I was like Greaattt. Or more like Groaannn. She wasn't even pretty. For the sake of being spiteful tehee. When we had to turn back I was so mad at that lady- no not lady, woman. Lady is just not appropriate for her. She was just so rude, I was so mad, albeit it wasn't all her fault. I was thinking, "Woman can't you just let me finish the route?? The only very worse thing that can happen is that you die. That's all!" She didn't let me go on. Apparently my driving was too awesome. *there really should be an angryface emoticonthing on the keyboard*

But it's not that I can't drive. It's the friggin saga or whatever the heck the car's called. I swear I'm a pundit driver with the kancil. But when it comes to that saga I'm a huge novice. Curse you saga! If that is your real name!
My blurness too, was a really great contribution -.-" of all times to be blur Jo, why then???

And when I told her I didn't speak malay, because I meant to explain why I was all question marks when she started haranguing me in BM after the engine died-ed. She immediately snapped back, "You're a Malaysian you have to be able to speak Malay." Yes I already know that woman.
Before I got out of the car she ranted about learning BM again. I thought she was gonna go on but thank goodness it only lasted 15minutes. Kidding. Anyway. Got out without a word (especially without a thankyou) and shut the door. Dammit I should have slammed it harder.

After that fiasco I was like God I Gotta pass the rest! Scraped through the hill part (which was actually my biggest prob, before I failed the laluan, that is). But thank God I did pass the other stuff. Though that seems so negligible right now cuz I friggin failed the laluan part! flubber

Spent the afternoon moping about the house. I couldn't study. I tried. "Tried". Besides the fact that I didn't pass, kept thinking of that stupid lady. Compared to this her, the qti guy is considered veryy nice, very gracious, although he laughed at me/my driving. If it just had been a suave civilized man, this post would probably have a less virulent tone.

Sobs. Now I have to retake that lovely test. And I'll have to go all by myself and be bored to death, with nobody to translate for me, and I reallyreallyabsolutelyabsolutely have to pass, and there goes another 100+ dollars. I feel stark impecunious already. :'(

What a way to start the weekend. And just after last weekend's GreatDepression. :(


[edit] What if I don't pass the next one? ah Ah AH! =s NO No no =x I shall die