I am completely, utterly, to the nth degree, baffled.

I truly am.

Beautiful Homes @ Desa Park City

Here we are again, back at PropWall, a Malaysian website brimming with property resources. This time, however, I would be zooming in on a particular luxurious residential area: Desa Park City in Kepong. Sporting from homey light colour mould in conventional designs to edgy, modern designs spanning panes of glass and grey walls, the houses there ooze splendour.  As if that is not enough, this new blooming land of beautiful homes is divided into 10 different regions, or should I say, enclaves, each distinctive in the sense of architecture, landscape and price range.

And like all things posh, these homes have one-of-a-kind names to boast, adding a foreign tinge to them. Take The Ridgewood, for example, it is an array of 2-storey semi-detached homes built on a hilly area, with tropical elements sprinkled throughout the place, reflecting its name. Similar to The Ridgewood, LeVenue is a nest of 3-storey semi-detached and terrace houses residential, surrounded with concrete attractions such as The Waterfront, an up and coming shopping centre, restaurants, cafes and a community clubhouse.

Aside from classy semi-detached houses, Desa Park City also developed terrace houses, 2 and 3-storey parkhomes and courtyard apartments. One of the enclaves that consists of a mixture of all 3 of them is Adiva, a relatively new development within Desa Park City, with a total of 144 units nestled among amenities like commercial centre, central park, schools, hospitals and many others. But if you are hunting solely for elegantly structured terrace houses, then have a look at SouthLake, also known as SouthLake Terraces, a residential comprising of 291 units of 2 and 3-storey terrace houses.

Lastly, the most recent launched enclave called Amelia, but what makes this a variant from SouthLake is the existence of linear parks and private gardens, which explains why it is also known as Amelia Garden Homes. It is a fairly large place consisting of 110 2-storey houses and 26 3-storey houses and equiped with recreational facilities, namely a jogging track and a clubhouse.

Besides these 5 enclaves, there are others, such as Zenia, Nadia, Adora, Safa and The Northshore. For more information regarding any of the properties mentioned above, do drop by the webpage Desa Park City and you might just be surprised at what you could find out from it.

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

This morning saw the return of the Ear Training quiz results. *Sides of the lips twist downwards* Screwed up the bloody thing. I know I hadn’t been practicing chords dictation on my own (not that anyone else did, for that matter, as far as I could tell), but 4 out of 10? Preposterous. And one of the mistakes was my failure in putting a 7 in front of sus4, meaning it should have been written as 7sus4, and not simply sus4.  I am baffled at my stupidity.

And that was GOOD morning to you.

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I only had my lunch way after 2pm.

“Didn’t I tell you to eat something just now?” Wei Kit sounded exasperated.

“I did! I ate yogurt!”

He smacked his head and buried it in his hands. Hmmm. He seemed pretty dumbfound by my answer. What? Was yogurt not food?

Whatever. I was busy gaping at my Vegetarian Oat Pan Mee, perplexed at its sheer size. It would have stuffed Andrew up just nice. Or Kevin. Or my bro. Or any guy, in fact. But I could die eating that thing.

So, I donated a portion of it to him, partially because I didn’t want it to go to waste if I could not finish it, and partially because all HE had for lunch was a slice of cake. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

Then, he and Sudharma both perched on their stools patiently like ladies-in-waiting while the queen gobbled her noodles away. Okay. I felt bad and tried to hurry up but it was hard to do that without appearing like a starving forlorn creature.

 But I managed to wash the whole bowl down with an hour to spare before Pop Music History at 4pm. Yay me.

And it was grocery time.

I Dove headlong for my shampoo immediately. Thank God. The one I just got rid of had been farting, whenever I squeezed it, for some time now.  Another 24 hours and I would have either stunk of unwashed hair or resolved to primitive method of cracking an egg over my head as shampoo. Ugh.

Sudharma got himself yet another packet of frozen sausages. And that breath freshener chewing gum thing. Speaking of which, I haven’t even opened the one he bought me last week. Aha. Must be my aversion towards minty eatables.

Anyway, I was scanning the back row with Sudharma when Wei Kit walked over with a dried prune. Me waaaaaant. So I followed him to where he nabbed it from, thinking there were free food samples.

It came from a container that said NO TESTING.

Wow. Good to know some people were law-abiding.

As I stared, he motioned putting his hand into the plastic box.

“Just put your hand in and take one.”

I eyed him suspiciously. But he seemed so serious. Fine. Screw my guilty conscience. So I did just that. Reached in and grabbed one of the dark squished fruit.

He looked as if he choked on the prune. He probably did.

“I can’t believe you actually did it!”

Yeah. Me neither. I scowled at my hands. But, I must say, it was exhilarating. When breaking the rules wasn’t?

Snatched up a tofu before the final stop at the cashier. My source of protein. Wei Kit thought it was carbohydrate.

“Uhm. Tofu is made up of soya and soya is protein.”

“See! Even a music student knows more than you! I’m speechless.” Sudharma was incredulous. Haha.

Sum of price of shopping trip: RM58+. Darn those Reese’s Pieces with Nuts (sort of like M&M’s but with peanut butter filling instead of chocolate).

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Ditched Dhamma talk just now.

Transcribing can be a pain in the ass.

2 hours for a slowed-down version of a song. Double the time length for a Capella. I swear, this course is mass-producing perfect-pitchers.

Holy crap. So they really weren't exaggerating when they said they called 10 times. Aha. 

It's on the tip of my tongue but I'm still afraid

See that huge scar across the back of my Jazzology? Yes. OUCH.

First a split between the epidermis and the thick paper base off a tiny corner of the front cover, just as hair has split-ends. *Draws in a sharp, pain breath*

Now THIS. *Thumps hand hard on the heart and gasps* Mummy is so so sorry, baby.

P.S. Exactly what I wanted to say too. You speak my mind, Colbie Caillat.

Music of the World

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
If only I were lying in a hammock by the beach and cradled by the arms of a gentle breeze...
Have a listen. Close your eyes. And you'll find yourself appreciating the little things in life and feeling thankful for those around you.
The magic of World Music (:

No message could have been any clearer

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Date: 1/24/2010
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You are a fighter and always on the defensive. You have always need to be sure that your position is safe and established. When you finally make a decision you will pursue it to the bitter end in spite of all opposition.

You honestly believe that your hopes and ideas are realistic, but there seems to be no one around to give you the necessary reassurance and encouragement. You are egocentric. You believe that you are always 'right' - well maybe you are but you have a short fuse and are likely to take offence for the slightest reason.

There is considerable amount of stress present in your life at this time and this is perhaps due to some considerable mental and physical frustration. There are various physical needs that are necessary for your well-being but whatever the reasons - mostly of your own making - your needs are not being fulfilled. We wonder why? You are under the impression that nobody seems to care for you. This predicament is most uncomfortable and it is because of this that you are experiencing far more stress than you feel you can cope with. You need to find a soul mate - someone who truly understands you and whose standards are as high as your own. As matters stand you would like to break away from the vicious cycle that you find yourself entrapped but this is easier said than done. You refuse to compromise with your opinions and essentially you are unable to resolve the situation because you are continually postponing the making of the necessary decision. You are stubborn but this should be no deterrent experiencing a happy life.

You are completely worn out and you are not in the mood for any further demands on your resources. The situation - such as it is - has rendered you quite helpless, unable to continue the mental battle that you have been pursuing for some considerable time. Enough is enough. All you would like to do now would be to have some time for yourself, to find a peaceful situation on where you can recuperate in your own time.

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Whoa. Mind-blown.

Maybe I should have been awake instead

Apart from the glass-shattering, ear-splitting BOOM from my horns part during the first 4 bars of the song, I must say I was pretty satisfied with our overall performance. All of us were. And I didn’t screw up either of my upbeat entrances. Cheers!

Kudos to Hueyuen and Stephen for keeping the song tight! And many thanks to the 6 guests for rocking with us and making the first symphonic metal song of the semester possible!

Band assessment 1 down, 2 more to go before the axe swings home for Finals in April.

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There was something inexplicably wrong with Wei Kit just now. Honestly. He just kept laughing throughout dinner.  Like he breathed in too much of helium gas or something. Plus, he and Sudharma were both oddly enthusiastic about screwing up their classes and assignments this past week.

Talk about stress cracking people up, if you get my drift.

Which is why I have writing. It is an output for all the pressure and absurdity I’m absorbing on a daily basis. It is my chlordiazepoxide.

Anyway, since dad wouldn’t be picking me up till 9pm, I tagged along with them to Giant to accompany Sudharma for grocery shopping, or, to pinpoint it, junk shopping. Nachos, crackers, cookies, frozen sausages, chewing gum, and the likes of them. The relationship between guys, junk and sanity still befuddles me. Someone theorize it, please.

Not that I’m going to bother myself with it. Wei Kit thinks I think too much =.=”

But let’s look on the bright side, though I don’t mean the junk factor in guys is a negative issue. I found myself a Giant shopping accomplice! All I have to do is align my schedule with Sudharma’s and scratch out a common free slot when we needed to refill our food vault. Yay. Starvation worries solved (:

It was pouring slightly heavier than before when we were about to leave. Boo. Though I wouldn’t quite mind if I weren’t wearing my dumb baggy, floor-sweeping jeans. Made me think of the good old occasional days of dashing through the slashes of rain from the gate to the petrol station; partially out of impatience, partially out of madness, partially out of spite.  But as it was, I was marched back to the college in a prim-and-proper manner by Sudharma with an umbrella over my head (Wei Kit simply plucked mine of out my hands and strode away with it). Not that I was complaining. I just missed my impetuosity.

Still had an hour or so to kill when we reached the top of the hill. Decided to spend it in the Floor of Pianos (Block C Level 1 duh), half of it teaching Sudharma and the other half making a fool out of myself (guess who hasn’t been practicing much these days?).

Got home around 10.15pm and went brain-dead soon after. 6 hours of Playwrights Workshop with Ben Payne tomorrow. Wish me luck on my survival My lack of avidity scares me. I need chocolate.