Name: Louise

13 April 1992

You can only call me Lulu if you don’t think the name’s funny.

I am a member of the Smiley Conspiracy and a proud ex-CHS-ian, graduating class of 2009. Now doing A-Levels at HELP University College. Is proudly Malaysian, but doesn’t look like it and is proud of that too.

This is the 7th time I am editing this about section of the blog this year; I have sort of accepted that my personality is ever-evolving, ever-changing, therefore rendering my moods as volatile as the weather. But just as there are some things that have stood untouched across the centuries by harsh weather, so there are some things with me that remain ever the same: a belief that to live is to learn, and the ability to bounce back from setbacks.

What I love also remains constant. I love good food, dancing, fresh experiences, open minds and friendly people, all of which can be found in the wonderful wonderful city that is Istanbul. I love musicals, plays, good books, stickers, owls, colourful wrapping paper, hugs and kisses, chocolates, almost any music from the 17th to the 21st century, intense debates and post-it notes.

Fictional characters I have been compared to (in terms of personality) are Piglet from Winnie The Pooh and Kelsi from High School Musical.

I dream of finishing this list [29/8/2010: list is undergoing revamp!], and my secret ambition is to become a hairdresser or bartender. Unfortunately I’m also incredibly kiasu, so I’m going to go to university just to show everyone that I can. But want to go to uni also because I love learning lah!

Words that describe me are impulsive, impetuous, quixotic, sanguine, quirky, bewildered, kiasu and hodgepodge. The last one also refers to my sense of fashion.

*GRINS* :D

soon.

In the meantime, I really really really miss this.

Labels: Friends, Picture Post, Quickies

Three weeks seemed like a longer period of time before the exams ended! I had a list of things I wanted to get done. And I did manage to do all or most of them, but looking back it doesn’t feel like a lot.

Then again, maybe I should stop whining and learn to be satisfied with everything I managed to do, for once.

So here’s what I did with three weeks!

• ICRC Humanitarian Law Debate

The entire HELP delegation at break night, sans Kareem.

• Had a wonderful family holiday at Pulau Perhentian, resulting in me becoming a shade darker.
• Managed to cross snorkeling and scuba diving off my list of things!

• Painted the lamp sitting on my bedside table! (This was part one of a three-part resolution to redecorate my room. The other two parts were to hang up my inspiration board – done – and paste wall stickers on the wall, which couldn’t be done because my sister hasn’t got enough money to pay for her share of the wall stickers yet –____-)
• Learned how to debate British Parliamentary style.
• Celebrated the birthday of a wonderful friend with many many wonderful friends (Hi Jo and Dan!).

 

My personal favourite picture from the party (:

• Had the worst driving lesson of my life, resulting in my aim to get my driving license before these 3 weeks were up to be terminated. And when I say it was bad, it was BAD! I knocked down umpteen poles and almost reversed into another car!! No pictures of this, thankfully. (:
• Helped my dad manage his church fellowship dinner. And did it like a pro too. (: no pictures.
• Volunteered at PAWS for the Pet Exhibition at Mid Valley Convention Centre. And once again… Need I say it? (My new year resolution to take more pictures has obviously gone down the drain.)
• Watched TWO movies. And this is worth noting because everyone knows I can’t be bothered to watch movies!
• Attended TCSHMUN 2010, my 2nd MUN conference, and got a resolution passed! Well, two resolutions; I was co-submitter for the other.

I think more can be said about this last one. It was infinitely fun, and although the level of debate at HELPMUN was far more intense, the people at TCSHMUN were definitely a lot warmer. The chair of the General Assembly Shafeeq was incredibly diplomatic - except for the instance where he blandly told the Delegate of Latvia that his blazer was horrible (“Don’t wear it, please!” he said). I’ll always remember the GA delegates of Malaysia, Sweden, North Korea and Brazil. Delegates didn’t go out of their way to shoot down a reso, although there plenty of silly analogies bouncing around. At HELPMUN we got miniskirts, tube tops, Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber. Here we had golf courses (full of holes), fortune cookies without the fortunes and godonlyknows what else. There was so much crap about spoonfeeding, breastfeeding, Kim Jong-Il, genetically modified messenger pigeons, the recruiting of vampires as riot police and the use of a Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus and Taylor Swift remix as torture punishment for those who misuse subsidies.

Delegate of North Korea (GA): This delegate would support the use of genetically modified snails to convey these reports to the United Nations headquarters.

Delegate of Brazil (GA): *poker-faced* Is the delegate of North Korea not afraid that the snails might get stepped on?

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Delegate of Brazil (GA): Honestly this delegate thinks that the delegate of North Korea is just upset that we beat him in the World Cup a few weeks ago.

Delegate of North Korea (GA): How do I put this nicely… We let you win. Because, you know, some people don’t like losing. They cry.

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Delegate of Myanmar (UNEP): This delegate asserts that freedom of speech is overrated, and that without the Military Junta to take control, the situation in Myanmar would have been much worse.

Delegate of the Russian Federation (UNEP): So is the delegate of Myanmar actually condoning the Junta?

Delegate of Myanmar (UNEP): Yes. Because this delegate has no choice. If he doesn’t condone the Junta he will be shot.

Superlatives were funny too. Trishna won just about everything in her council (Best Dressed, Next UN Secretary-General, Friendliest, Best Couple with Dhinesh lol). The Delegate of North Korea was voted Most Likely To Nuke, Most Likely To Be Nuked and the GA’s Best Speaker.

Oh and apparently Naomi, Dhinesh and I will be flirting our way into the United Nations assembly one day.

(Come on guys. Seriously. Naomi and Dhinesh, fine. That’s probably expected. But ME?! A flirt?!!)

I wish I’d gotten a picture with Ez and Trish – the latter of whom also got Best Speaker for the UNEP Council! And Haran was Most Diplomatic Speaker for UNEP too. The HELP Delegates rocked TCSHMUN! - but I suppose the pictures will turn up later. Besides that, I only have one other picture to show for it.

HEHEHE yeahhhh baby (;

Warning: from this point on there’s a complete change of tone!

I’ve now reached the last half-hour of my post-exam holiday. I feel nervous as I turn, as I force myself to stop looking at  the past, and now face a completely new direction: the new term of A-Levels.

I try hard to be optimistic but I’m not going to lie to you: the road ahead looks ghastly. There’s the Lit production we’ve got to work on (no script yet, oh joy), Lit coursework, and I’ve got that piano exam coming up in November/December. Not only will everything be much harder this time around, I haven’t got Miss Caroline and Miss Joanna to help me. The new timetable looks awful – we end at 4pm just about every day!!! And on top of that I’ve still got to manage the flailing HELP Debate Club and its numerous competitions and fundraisings, United Nations Club WHO and SASA. Things look especially bleak since this time round so many friends will be gone: Ezreena, Lily, Ramya, and soon to include Zean Shiung among the list of those who’ve gotten scholarships. You can see why I’m considering not applying to university till next year!

Oh and have I mentioned how much I’ll miss the seniors now that they’re gone? ):

I sound remarkably stoic if I say one way or another, we’ll survive. We always do. And yet there’s always that irrepressible lingering doubt – Of course I won’t die. Of course it won’t kill me. But this time something’s different: the next six months leave plenty of room for me to do something inherently stupid that will ruin the next five years of my life. And then I’ll wallow in regret, I’ll cry, and descend into a general state of general depression and misery. And I’ll still be alive to live and breathe all of that.

But it’s not like I have a choice. And so survive I will. The question is whether I’ll have the strength to pick myself up again if a life-changing mistake is made.

And now it’s five minutes to midnight.

Here goes nothing.

Labels: Gloom And Doom, Picture Post, Very Long Posts

Family Holiday @ Pulau Perhentian, Jun 14-16 2010

I called this a cliché of a holiday because it was such a typical getaway! Going to an island with clear blue waters to snorkel, dive and sleep.

We had to get up at 4am to go to the airport. I don’t even know why my dad took those pictures of us at the airport – we all looked horrible. I mean come on, who feels like posing at 4am in the morning?! So there’s only one halfway decent picture of me on the first day and that was taken after we got to the resort.

 

 

You know how people always talk about white sands and clear blue waters?

Well the way I grew up, the only beach I get to see on a regular basis is Gurney Drive in Penang and you know what THAT looks like.

So when I saw this I went O.O

And went around shouting ohmygod I can see the bottom!!!

Very jakun. Oh well.

 

     

And here is that halfway decent picture of me, my eyebags cleverly hidden with my mom’s frames.

Oh and can you believe I went on an island getaway and FORGOT TO PACK MY FAKE SUNNIES?!

     

Papa and Mama cheesy-cheesying (;

    

Okay so that’s the end of the first day. And here I have a confession to make. The other thing that we forgot to bring was the underwater camera. And so we spent a good amount of our time snorkeling and scuba diving, but no pictures to show for it.

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But there were other more amusing sights.

Like this one.

 

Aaah.

They’re doing HOMEWORK.

Bless them. (:

 

The guests all came to the beachfront to watch the World Cup matches every night. This was where I watched that disappointing Portugal-Ivory Coast match and just about gave up on the World Cup.

They even had beach books so that you could have that sprawled-on-the-beach-reading-a-book look. O.O

Somebody on the island is an England supporter!

 

Mama and I posing before getting on the ferry back. (:

My hair was getting blown about and my dad found it veeeeery amusing. –____-

This is the little boy from the family that went on vacation with us. He ran off with my hat and tried to hide in it. :)

 

I caught him and made him pose as punishment. (:

 

So that was my cliché of a holiday at Perhentian! And my captions are all super duper boring but what to do; no pictures of all the exciting coral and fish. ): I’m really upset that I can’t show you what it was like. It was a completely different world. All I have to remind me of that time in the sea are the cuts and scratches I got from the coral.

The best I can say is go see Perhentian for yourself! No point heading all the way to the Bahamas when you’ve got something just as good right here. (:

Labels: Events, Picture Post