Thursday, 31 December 2009

Bits and pieces of this year


Lucian went from this...

To This.

*Study group* just a month before PMR.... I think we camwhore more than we study.

Halloween sleepover. Thanks, SK, it was veli veli fun.

Random hottie.

Somewhere in Hong kong.

Home stay thing.

Tuesday, 29 December 2009


I always say I want to be a fashion designer. But I stay true to it wei. I AM ABSOLUTELY SERIOUS ABOUT THIS.

Meet my sylvanian family dolls, the models.

(clothes made by me... *perasan* *ar hem*)

The rabbit has pink glitter to conceal bite marks. My dog managed to get his teeth on her.

Draw-on pumpkin and safety pin on Arabian Squirrel.

Arabian Squirrel's baby Arabian Squirrel.

I MADE THEM CLOTHES. You can tell them by the shabbiness of it. Haha. The one that are store bought are baby rabbit's clothes, sheep's flower hairband and hat.

They are freaking cute but freaking childish also... These photos are taken last year, they are stashed in a box now...

So this is the only "dress making" experience I have.... :D



Choir.~~~~performed on 19th... and 25th...
I was trying to make an expression of some sort but failed. Stoned expression.

Christmas Eve carolling. Came home at 1. Sean drive veli veli fast.



Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Christmas coming.

It's been long since I've updated because I forgot my password. Had to reset it too.

The year is ending. And very soon it will be the :the year has ended.

It's fast, and I hope my youth is not wasted.

Now, to start off, accomplishments!!!:


xLEARN SEWING & DRESSMAKING. Need to buy sewing machine first thou...

This month I was more involved with Church. Youth Camp, Choir, Christmas Dinner. The one I really like was Youth Camp. I'm usually reluctant to put myself in social situations or whatever. I'm not an extrovert, I'm not outgoing. I tend to be reserved around people I'm not close with. But if I'm close with you then you'll see a diff side of me lah.

But this is more about God really. His presence was very really there, and now I'm back from camp I miss it mucho. People can get emotional and all during Youth Camp. I miss it much. But of course if I had to live like I was in Youth Camp all the time it wouldn't be as special. But only once a year! Youth Camp! I'm gonna grow old quick. And then the problem of going to study overseas. Leaving everything behind. My home, my family, my church, my friends. Wtf. I wonder if I could fit in.

And I hate falling in love. The lovey dovey shit. Many of my peers are into it. It's just pathetic to see a couple falling head over heels at each other and then after a while you see them the magic effect is gone and they act like they're strangers. Love is fragile. But not impossible, once it has reached more than the state of attraction. Most of the teens, what they're feeling isn't love, it's just attraction.

It's pretty late now, but I've napped for long in the afternoon. Been living my life messily. Tomorrow, going to 1U. Theng Loo organized. Asked who's going. She said, "The whole form 3." She exaggerate damn lot wei. She told me "ahem & ahem" broke up. And I was like, "WHAT?!". And then she told me, well, I saw "ahem" writing "GAME OVER." And I was like AIYORRRR, writing game over doesn't means break up already mah. The game over wasn't even directed to anyone.

Saturday, 7 November 2009

School holiday. End of the year.

It isn't exactly school holiday yet, but it does feels like it. I go to school 2 times a week. Others, after PMR, I hadn't really see them at all.

Getting serious on being a fashion designer. Scouting for college and university. Diploma in Malaysia, degree in overseas? MIA, PJCAD or Lim Kok Wing?

I figured I'd start small, so I began with making clothes for Sylvanian Family dolls. Used to make them last time. Stop. Took out my brother's old clothes. Snip snip. Get a sewing machine.

Watching Gossip Girl again. Addictive.

Did a facebook account. To store photos, because my friends wanted to see the photos we took. I suppose it's kind of responsibility. Made the album private. Because the photos are private and you do not know what kind of person may be lurking on the site.

I don't like social networking sites. I like talking with people face to face and I don't want to socialise virtually. Socialise sounds like a weird word, anyways. It gives the notion of meeting people as a part of building your network. Unnatural. Using people for benefits. Sounds like making acquaintances is business.

Yesterday there were some drama. I don't even want to mention what happened. But it's fine now, I guess. Kind of fed up of it.

Internet sucks. Got this P1 W1max. There's broadband put when I use it I can't use my mouse. Wi-Fi not good enough. Technology is never reliable.

Hope I don't waste this holiday.

Thursday, 22 October 2009

Back from Hong Kong.

Came back from Hong Kong. Yesterday. It was really shop till you drop, and it's not as cool as it sounds... sore feet. A lot of walking. Shops. Etc etc.

I like shopping there because the salespeople are great. Unlike Malaysia's. In Malaysia, most of them, especially designer shops, they tend to scan you first and decide if you're worth serving, like they're the boss. In Hong Kong, they all welcome you. That's from my point of view.

After PMR I hadn't attend school, until today.

Though it's kind of weird, because only about 30% of the whole Form 3 came to school.

The reason it was fun because Mei Yen was there. She has the most beautiful laugh ever. Er-hem.

Thursday, 3 September 2009

Study Group.

Posted a day or two after it was written.

It feels like a while seen I’ve blogged. Been busy. Got sick, got crammed with studying. Got sick for a day or two. Gastric coupled with headache and fever. The fever was worrying, and I got check for H1N1. Oddly, I was expecting two lines. The test is done by putting a very long swab into your nose and putting the swab into a solution. Single line means nothing, double line means jackpot. I got single, duh. Else I wouldn’t be blogging.
The next day I was shivering on my bed like a mad woman with seizures. I just got so cold even though it was like 30 degree celsius, my teeth were clattering. I fell asleep, woke up feeling better and went to Nat’s house to study.
Yenyi, Simkuan and Jason was there. They screamed when they saw me. How dramatic. It was fun, and I’m glad I went instead of whining like a sickie at home. And mind you, I did study, and more importantly, it got me psyched up for PMR. For the 8 MONTHS OF THIS YEAR I was in denial and I didn’t want to care a shit about PMR. It was only until today I finally did revision. I need friends to motivate me. I don’t touch books at home.
After studying Nat said to go for a walk to freshen up our mind. Then we went to the park. Then we played ice and water. Those kiddie times. Tag is fun, and good exercise. I like the thrill of getting chased. Played only two rounds of it. Jason took a short time to finish while I took a looong time. After that we went to sit on the swing and then to the see-saw. The see-saw part was funny. Jason was complaining about how being a guy on a see-saw hurts. 4 of us were trying to fit into the kiddie swing. The seat is so darn miniature. And then seeing that it was National Day, we sung Jalur Gemilang and 31 ogos.
So we initially planned to do study group at Nat’s everyday, but the next thing we knew, her mum wasn’t too happy about this arrangment. I’m not sure how it goes from here, but sure as heck I’ll study like shit. I have a little more than a month to study the seven subjects taught in the span of 3 years. Perhaps it’s a little too late, but I’ll do what I can. My dad expects me to get straight As. I hate people expecting stuff from me. Ugh. But my dad has the right to, since he spent loads on my education. Oh well, I’d be contented if I got 5As.
I studied maths that day. Algebraic Expressions III. The confuzzling one. Which reminds me of the tuition I have tomorrow. I haven’t gone to tuition for like, what, 4 years? Geography and Living Skills concern me. For some reason my school don’t really provide good teachers for those. It is also my fault that I haven’t care much about revisioning. I just feel kind of “buggered” now with all the pressure. Straight As and all.
Today we did the study group thing at Nat’s house as well. After school we walked to her house, it was drizzling and three of us was trying to share an umbrella. Did a bit less work seeing Science is tomorrow’s test. Science’s interesting for me, so I pay more attention at school. Subjects in B.M tend put me off. Did a bit of girly chat. Sim Kuan was a bit worried for a while because her brother fell asleep when he was supposed to fetch her back. Thank goodness he woke up. She was fretting over how to get back home.
When I came home I was dead hungry. I ate rice and soup. No dishes because they weren’t ready. By the time they were ready I was already full. I’d die if I had to wait. I can’t stand being hungry. I get snappy. I don’t know, I feel squeasy, like my blood sugar dipped. I hadn’t had junk food over the weekends. It was just boring bread, congee and biscuits. I was getting so tired of it. Anyways, I am full now and somewhat sleepy.
Oh yeah, I’ve finally gotten my body clock/circadian cycle in check. I slept at 10 yesterday, which was wonderful because I could wake up early and feel refreshed. Aaaah. Sleeping late is so not cool.

Took a break halfway to take pics.

Friday, 28 August 2009

Swimming. Blah.

I went swimming. I only did 8 laps. I wanted to catch up with Natalie but ended up overexerting myself.

I drowned once. I was a kiddie on a school trip that time. I didn't know how to tread water then. I never told my family about that 'incident' in fear that they might forbid me from going any more school trips. See, me and Jun Wen wanted to go try out the hotel's swimming pool. One of our classmates were at the other side of the pool. "Deep ah?" we asked. "No lah!" he replied, ever assuringly. So we went on the slide. When I landed into the water my feet didn't touch the floor. Luckily the lifeguard came. But you can't really die in a swimming pool can you? Someone should notice you trashing in the water. Jun Wen got out fine, because she quickly swim to the edge. I just screamed for help.

Nat asked me to go for the Jumanji Night at our church. Socialising thing. Another thing, social networking is not a very nice term. It gives me idea that you are trying to connect people to use them for your benefit. Mei Yen was going as well. I wonder what for. She wears a jade buddha necklace! She also called Nat when we were in the changing room. "You going to Jumanji Night thing?" I asked in cantonese. She said yes and as usual begged for a ride home. Haiz. It's very inconvenient to go out when you don't have a car license. I wished bicycle could be a mode of transportation. Like in Holland. Here in Malaysia the cars will horn you. Which reminds me, I need a new bike. Paul Frank bikes are cute. But they don't sell it here, do they?

I wanted to upload pictures but my pathetically slow internet connection doesn't allow me to.

Thursday, 27 August 2009


My name is Karen.
I am Malaysian.
I am Chinese.
I am short.

And I think we all need a little cuteness and imagination in life.
OK, maybe guys don't need cuteness so much.

As you may tell from my tumblr blog(this is my personal blog),
I love Slyvanian Families.
They're easy to anthropomorphy and therefore pretty interesting to photograph.

Pics on my blog are all mine. OM NOM NOM NOM!
Taken on a cute but not-so-great quality pink camera.
I hope for a DSLR.

But till then, enjoy!

Oh yeah, other than photographing them, I do enjoy making clothes for them.
I have a fantasy to become a fashion designer, they are my part-time guinea pigs as models.

Wednesday, 26 August 2009


In my very eagerness to make my blog a full-fledged one, I have decided to flood my blog with pictures(thanks to YenYi for reminding) and posts. Plenty of time in my hands since it’s holiday. =D

So, now, my blog name. I wanted something easy to remember. The song Buubuu.... chah-chah! Chah-chah! Stuck in my head so I decided to use it. It's from a cartoon. I hadn’t watch it for a long time. It used to be on TV. The good old days when watching your favourite cartoon means happiness. It’s about a dog called Cha cha who died and morphed into a car. A talking one.

Oh yeah, dogs. I have two. One is Chuckie. Another is Lucian. Lucian is my bro’s. But bro’s always busy with something. I love Chuckie. I love and hate Lucian. You know, they say having a pet makes you live longer by decreasing blood pressure and all, but since having Lucian, the benefit is very much reversed. He increase my blood pressure. His darn teeth. From biting the only shoes I feel comfortable in, the book I borrowed from my friend, my handphone case until it came off(THE OWNER HAS YET TO OFFER ANY RIGHTFUL COMPENSATION.) and right down to MY DOG. He bites my dog. I whack him. Violence breed violence. The cycle goes on. I think he secretly likes getting whacked.

But sometimes you look at his riveting eyes and you feel he is innocent. Yet he is not. But it is not his fault. He’s got too much energy. Sometimes I think he’d be happier running down slopes of a snow mountain. Siberian Husky. His fur fascinates me. Where it is black, run over the opposite side and it turns white. It’s like double-sided fur.

Chuckie is my good ol’ companion. I like the way he fluffs when I take him for walks. When he does something wrong I try to whack his head, but before I manage to, he lands a high-five on my palm. He’s already 5 years old. One dog year is about equal to 7 human years. 35 years old. He’d be lucky if he lived through double digits. I’d be devastated if he was gone. But that is inevitable. Humans too. We’re all mortals. I'd be grateful that I had Chuckie in the first place.

I hope dogs do have a place in heaven. Hope. Along with my dead bunnies. Those poor short-lived things. They were so fragile. At first when I got Chuckie I wondered if he’d be like that too. I got a lop-ear and an angora. Loopy is the grey lop-ear bunny while Snowball is the white angora. They were cute.Timid. Loopy died of diarrhea. It basically pooped itself to death. Died after two days of having it. And then exactly a month after that, Snowball died. On my frickin birthday. They got disposed on a trashbag. Which, now that I think of it, is very disrespectful. I was 11 at that time, and I cried for two hours(the longest) when Loopy died.

During holidays I make this particular sandwich. I eat it on most days during holidays because it is the one thing I know how to make that keeps me full and is healthy. I present you the Penguin Sandwich. No, it does not have penguin meat. It is called that because the pic of the sandwich is accompanied by a penguin cup (from Genting.) Basically, bread and coral greens and tomatos and fish fillet. I like tomatos. They’re juicy. But they’re pretty weird if you eat them on their own. I only use whole-meal bread, because I don’t know ever since when, I get the idea that white bread is bleached bread. Since bread aren’t original that colour.

It reminds me of dyed hair. I tried dying my hair. From those at home ones. It didn’t work. My friend and I were trying to experiment. The colour didn’t show. But it probably would have some result if you get it done professionally. I have white hair. It drives me crazy. Not the white hair, but the people who tell me I have it. I KNOW I HAVE WHITE HAIR, alright. You don’t have to remind me. If is hurts for you to see if, remove your eyes from my silver hair. It’s in my genes, and no it’s not because I’m stressed or whatever. It just comes out of my head. It annoys me when I’m talking to someone and then they get distracted by something on my head. And then they tell, and try to pluck my white hair. One girl told me the line “You have white hair.” I wanted to tell her she had hair on her upper lip. But of course, being polite, I grin and bear it. I tried plucking it but gave up when my neck hurts. And when I pluck it, it grows back sticking up proudly. I don’t want to dye the same colour of my natural hair either. That wouldn’t make sense. But then, hair is actually a dead cell, anyway. I keep mine short, because it is convenient. I don’t wake up early, I don’t want to waste time on tying my hair to get ready for school. So I’d probably keep it short until I feel like I’ve got enough time to get ready for school.

Also, Lucian had caused big hassle by destroying the only viable shoes I have. I have others, but they suck. I can’t seem to find shoes that fit me comfortably. In the shops, I walk, oh it feels fine, and then I walk it for more than an hour and it start to hurt more with every step that I take. So it ended up a few times of me going to the store to get a new shoe, hurting my feet with the new shoe, getting a new shoe. But alas, I found a great bargain. I went to Fourskin, and the price was so damn ridiculous. It was a lousy beach-style rubber flip-flops. Priced at RM99.90. When the cost of making it is somewhere around RM9.90. Hunted for shoes for a while, found this slipper at RM12. So cheap. And I actually like that slipper.

Also watched Up. It didn’t dissapoint. I like the part of Cane and Ellie. The old guy and his wife.

Also watched Gossip Girl and Janice Dickinson Modelling Agency, late night last night.

I drew some stuff. Nothing big. Doodles. Sometimes I get a lot of inspiration while other times it’s not there. I think Art is a form of self-expression. I like that it doesn’t need logic, it doesn’t have to make sense. I usually sketch on Monologues. I always smudge the drawings. Other than that, I use Artlines, which doesn’t require sketching paper. I don’t like people watching me draw. It’s like their expecting something exciting to happen. I don’t mind letting people see finished drawings, though. I’ve been drawing frequently since I was 7. Drawn up clothes and their price. But it took me 5 years for my drawing to be worth of something. I looked over my old drawings, and it looked so disfigured. Drawings:

Tuesday, 25 August 2009


Seems like everyone is having their blogs on blogspot. I like writing journal. But I just have a tendency to include overly private things, so I have to filter that from now on. The fussy part of having a blog. Where there are people you know. But then, that is also the good part. So I guess I'd write private stuff in the other blog nobody knows. Hehe.

School holiday just started. A well-deserved break. PMR trial right after. The big thing about PMR. The pressure to get grades. Those little alphabets that denote how intelligent you are. To me, having straight As just mean you're good at studying. Well, very good at studying.

I spent the day playing piano, watching TV, surfing the internet. Practised the first of Hanon's piano exercises. I regret starting so late. Now I have like, what, 4 years? To finish all the grades? Most people start when they're freakin 8 years old. I started a little less than double that. At 15!

The thing is I'm getting old, and I need to go overseas to study. But I wonder how old will I go? It's not even definite I'd be studying overseas. But most probably so, because my father wants me to. Well, not that I'm reluctant to comply. It is a good oppurtunity.

I have decided to be a fashion designer. Because I can't think of any other career I'd like. But it's discouraging, the fact that Malaysia has only produce one big international designer, namely, Jimmy Choo. For shoes. And that was because he had Princess Diana wear his shoe. Would my big break ever come? I'd probably have to work hard. But I do work hard when I like doing something. Like piano. But then, for revision I'm like a dead fish. I hadn't flip open any textbook yet. Which reminds to find Nat to teach me maths. Algebraic expressions.

If I ever succeed as a designer, I'd chose to do haute couture. Because couture means well-made(and overpriced...). I wouldn't want mass-produced stuff. Although most couture houses use fur and exotic skins, I wouldn't. because it is plain disgusting. Dead carcasses. People who wear real animal fur are ignorant. They may think it's pretty but it's in fact disgusting. Try watching how people obtain fur. I get indignant when it comes to animal cruelty. Many fashion houses use them, because it is perceived as luxurious, therefore desirable. Err-hem.