IT’S A MONDAY! How awesome can it be to wake up on a Monday morning, late (10.45 am - insane!), not have to conduct an experiment the first thing in the morning, then skip lunch and have lectures until five? I always find myself shocked by holidays. I cannot believe that I’m on holidays. I have an entire week to dedicate my mind to absolutely nothing, although that would be unwise and incredibly stupid. I have tests to study for, games to play, an expansion pack to look forward to, food cravings to satiate, friends to make up to, cats to shoot, so on and a room to organise.

The Entropy.

Spring cleaning woes aside, I am trying out a new game, Star Wars: Knights of the Republic. Much to my surprise, actually playing it was not as amusing as watching the gameplay video. The video was so cheesy I laughed for ten minutes. Playing the game on Vista is a little tedious as I had to run it in Windows XP compatibility mode. The storyline so far is acceptable and the battles are not very challenging. There is no blood at all. I miss the blood spraying out of beheaded people a la Dragon Age. In this game, when they die, they just drop dead. Still, I suppose the game will get more interesting once I hijack a spaceship and that chick in the middle betrays me. (I accidentally read a spoiler online, ugh.) Bloody traitorous wench!

My inner feminist commanded me to form a trio of deadly dual-wielding women.

Big brother and big sister got engaged over the weekend! Congratulations to Naqiuddin and Mardhiyyah, hee. I know I’m a little late in posting this - kept procrastinating. Haven’t felt up to writing big words this week. So here are photos instead.

My aunt arranging the hantaran before leaving.

The negotiations by representatives of each family.

Then they fed us lunch!

Hantaran from the girl’s side. There were peaches!

The pretty big sister! Hee.

Rinny came over to my campus to pick me up. Heehee. I showed her around the university, then we went up to the best place in the campus to shoot the sunset. It was this really gorgeous nook in the Faculty of IT where the wind just blows in your face and you have an awesome view overlooking the football field, the palm oil plantation and some random hills (including Nj’s hill). Sadly it was very hazy. We waited for the sun to set. And we think it set without much drama, because the sky suddenly became grayer. Bloody haze. We went off to eat instead.

Had a fab dinner of lamb kabsah, over which I complained a lot. Not about the dinner - the lamb was tender. I complained about how I do not want to be chastised like a child, unless it is by my parents because I happen to be their daughter. It’s disturbing when (dense) people invite themselves into your personal space, even without you rolling out the welcome mat. I hate it and I have to make everso subtle hints like “Do you know what proxemics are? Mine is huge!” When they don’t get it I have to say incredibly mean things like, “Fuck off, you sodding cunt.” Anyhow, if the personal-space-invaders detach themselves, they will suffer the wrath of my wife. It would not be a pretty sight. It’s not like she has all the time in the world to listen to me rant, you see. We would rather talk about Johnny Depp’s pert bum.

Our next stop was Putrajaya. Despite having lived next door to Malaysia’s city of fancy lights and buildings, I have never actually gone there to shoot at night. Then again - I was only too recently united with Depp90. It was fun to test out Depp90’s capabilities. He was very capable, but every camera’s specs are only capped at the level of the photographer’s skills. Oh dear, that sounded like gaming talk. My point is, we will come back here and practice our skills. Shooting in Purtrajaya feels so refreshing. I rarely ever feel satisfied with my photos these days but that will change. Hell yeah. We also camwhored, using Rinny’s camera because I take half an hour to set my camera’s self-timer. Oh, fun times!

The roads were so clear you can just lie on them and not get run over or arrested!

The Putra Mosque. So gorgeous.

Another photogenic lakeside mosque which has a beacon outside and fancy escalators inside.

Pretending to jump outside the Palace of Justice.

Dear Kitsune Soba,

I am writing this as Maman is bathing you in the bathroom. I want you to know that you are the sweetest thing, ever, despite your girlish mood swings. When I told you earlier that I was feeling very tense, I did not expect you to dispatch yourself over to my bedroom. It made me feel very happy.

At any rate, I am glad you were there at the foot of my bed. Listening to your purring helped me relax, even though you were sleeping on two of my favourite throw pillows and eventually stopped purring and started sighing. It is rather freaky when you sigh in your sleep, because it makes me think there’s an invisible child on the bedside table. Besides, it is so not normal for cats to exhale that loudly.

I’m sorry about earlier when I overreacted to you walking on my chest. I should have known all you wanted to do was cuddle in the crook of my arm. I forgot that you would meow if you needed to go to the bathroom. I forgot you were a genius. Instead I fed you Friskies. I will never move you again, except when you are lying in the middle of the road which is a very bad habit. Please don’t be angry.

Lots of love,

The One Who Refills Your Yellow Drinking Bowl