Its all about walking in each other's shoes

In this jolly season of assignments, presentations and mid terms, everyone is anything but jolly. And yeah, it really does take some skills NOT to tread on arrogant and sensitive toes. Such skills of course can be thrown right out of the window the minute people step on mine.Tsk. Tsk. Not bitchy. I sayang my own toes Ok!

Speaking of stepping on toes. I think I have accidently trodden on an extra sensitive toe without realising the damage the person could incur on myself. But then again, the person did step on my toe. And other people's toes. And the person expects us to be understanding to her.

Its like stepping on someone toes with deliberately and saying, "opps, I did it again. I hope you understand, I cant control my spastic reaction very well."

like wtf. Some people think they are the only people with problems. As if. You have family problems? So do I. And its pretty serious mind you. You have financial problems? Well, who doesnt? Your assignments arent going as you planned? Mine too! Your results arent satisfactory? Same here.

The difference between you and I is that I prefer to keep my problems to myself. I dont expect you to read my mind. Neither do I am expected you to act as my shrink. I prefer to keep my negativity to myself. Speading it only makes more people unhappy.

I draw weird things when I am upset. Its pretty engrossing.

While some people paint their world in vibrant colors of nippon paint, these people paint their world in various shades of gray. In their world, there is a neverending downpour of rain and tragedy seems to be constantly stalking them. And yeah, their toes always seem be stepped on by imaginary beings. Tsk. Tsk.

People, you seriously dont need to bleed to feel alive. You just dont. Now go buy yourself a happy meal and leave me alone.

I need a happy meal. NOW
A busy week full of meetings, assignments and snappy people.

Sorryla people for the lack of updates lately. Second year seems to be so much more busier than ever with all the assignments, presentations and activities to help organize.

Gosh, I wish I had more hours each day. You know, to sleep. I havent been getting enough sleep lately. =(

Due to my current state of sleepyness thus causing my head to feel extremely wooly, please excuse me for not trying to attempt a long and insightful entry. Any attempt to do so would probably result in an extremely bimbo entry.

Anyway, yesterday, we celebrated another two in one housemate birthday. AGAIN. Why so many mothers so syok must choose this month to lahir anak?


Revolutionary discovery: Birthday cakes arent baked. They are fried.


Birthday babies people. Happy Birthday Kiwi and Chuan Chuan.


Housemates way of showing our appreciation towards each other.
Friendship stars are so outdated. Middlefinger circles are the best.
need I mention that it was my idea =p

I need to run off to sleep. Good morning, it's four am.

Labels: birthday, housemates

Three birthdays and a farewell

Fact: Birthdays are very heavy on the pockets. Especially if they line up all together.

Somemore, in addition to all the birthdays, my contact lense pulak habis stock, my pc's network card decided to die on me so now terpaksa use my room mate's pc online, buy textbooks and a trip to pasar malam Tak boleh tahan la. So much good food =) nearly had my purse spewing blood. Ton and tons of it mind you.

Who said staying away from home was fun?
Thank god I paid my rent already.

PS:In case you are wondering,the photo above is an attempt for all my housemates to do a steamboat yee sang.

Now, I should be at class. To put it more accurately, I should be at Managing Information System lecture. Managing Information System is, like everything else in business studies, just a fancy name for computer system studies.

My room mate commented that I walk around with a P licence.
When I told her I do not know how to drive yet, she said
"Who said anything about driving? Your P stands for ponteng."

I was very wtf-ed =.='

Birthdays are happy. Farewells are sad. A friend of mine had decided to quit studying. Cause he failed his first year. So terpaksa repeat his first year. Sadly, he failed his repeat year as well.

So he decided studying wasnt for him and headed back south to Muar. His future plans? To head further south to the land of no chewing gums, merlions and HDB flats to work for his relative.

His story is probably my worse nightmare. To waste two whole years of ones life just like that. When all your peers are happily throwing their black square hats, you can
only stand alongside and TRY to SMILE before running to the nearest toilet to cry.
Oh wait, diploma students here are not given hats to throw around. Only degree graduates. So bloody unfair la. You have to pay another 10+ k to get a hat to throw.

I think he made the right choice la. To continue seem silly. Considering that he does have younger siblings. Heck, I would have done the same if I were in his shoes. Feeling like a burden sucks. Perhaps those fortunate fucks born with golden putings
in their mouths do not understand such selflessness.

This post is turning out to be rather emo. Okayla, to lessen the dampening effects of this post, let me end this with a happy picture.


After climbing roofs and terrorizing unsuspecting mak ciks who walk by, I am degraded to climbing fences. This time without any mak ciks to terrorize.

Anyway, this are all my housemates. On my house fence. Apparently, the combination of birthday cakes and steamboats can make people very high. Our unsuspecting neighbour, who was amusingly standing by watching us squealing like a bunch of overgrown kids, became our photographer.

There goes my image.

Labels: college, life

Do you know who to call in an emergency?

Lately, people have been asking me alot of questions which I cant answer.

"Why do you look so tired?"
"Why are you so quiet lately?"

Let me get this straight. I am not tired. And since when was I a very noisy person? I talk when I want to and shut up when I need to. Like that I wont get on people's nerves and they wont get on mine. Fair deal indeed.

Today, my Fundamentals of Marketing lecturer talked about something interesting which woke me up from my usual state of mental slumber. For she mentioned about something called the poverty of time.


Oh stupid timetable. How I loathe thee with three 8 am classes and one 9 am class in a week.

Poverty of time is the feeling of lacking of time to do anything EXCEPT for the basic nessecities. Like wake up, eat, get stuck in jam, work, eat, work more and then get stuck in jam again before going back home to makan and sleep.

Now, that what I call a bright ray of sunlight.

I realised people nowadays always seem to be complaining about being fucking busy. Dunno what they are busying about with the 24 hours they are given in a day also. Adults I understand la, but students?

Actually, I think the poverty of time is a personal thing. Time is always there, just depends on how you organize it.

Sometimes when I am busy I ask myself. What am I always busying about? Procrastinating maybe? Making up lame excuses as to why I procrastinate? Or wallowing in problems?


There was once an old man I use to always spot at the Teluk Gadong ktm station on the way back to college. He was abit mentally unstabil and was always dressed shabbily in dirty old tees of varying shades of faded colors. His hair was messy and he was always unshaven.

I used to be scared of him. People who lost their marbles are very unpredictable one you know.

Then as I sat from the opposite side of the tracks, I noticed he was always telling and giving people directions.

"kalao nak pergi central, pergi trak sebelah nak"

And his directions are very realiable one okay.

Then for some reason I think it was ironic. You see, he was always giving people directions as to where and how to get to their destination. Yet, where is he heading himself? Where is his destination? While everyone has already reached their destination, the little old man was still to be seen standing there busying, always directing people on where to head.

Sometimes we are abit like that little old man. People always seem to adore turning to you for advice, which is of course understandable considering that you are such a kind considerate person. On top of that you are also a good listener and rather pretty as well. haha!

Yet we always cant seem to solve our own problems.

Bear with me. I didnt have breakfast, had some biscuit for lunch, a large double cheeseburger set for tea and then proceeded to eat a whole plate of chicken rice an hour after the McD meal. Then I slept. When I woke up around 12 am,I had a banana and 5 pieces of chocolate And surprisingly, I feel an urge to eat kuey tiao instant mee now with a glass of milk now. Or toasted bread.

Gosh I am weird.

Now excuse me while I run off to get some tissue for my running nose.

Labels: life

Of living gods and slaves of marketing
Say hello to the residents of Fast Ln.

Trivia of the day:
Did you know? The highest amount of fatalities brought upon modems and routers are caused by thunderstorms?

According to prof mickey, who had numerous modems dying on her during her years of using the internet.

A moment of silence please. For the dismiss of my old modem, which coincidentally isnt OLD at all. In fact, its only several weeks old.

Thankfully, I got a new modem to replace my old one in setapak. I know I am totally heartless towards all these digital atuff and totally oblivious to all the technological jargon. Asalkan as my pc can

1.Online. With considerable speed.
2.Download movies and music.
3.And play online games.

I am happy as can be.

My title is damn pelik I know. Bear with me ok, my very sleepy head isnt very cooperative with its creative department at this moment.

Today, I wanna talk about the two kinds of people who I observed during this week. Actually I am just being very lazy and just combined the two issues into a single fat post.

Ever had a friend who seemed to be able to be doing all 513517537 things at a time, and still manage to allocate some time to score straight A, secure a scholarship, be part of the debate team,be an excellent dancer AND is pretty/handsome to top it all?

This isnt based on a real persona. But you get the picture. Sometimes you cant seem to understand how they can be so bloody... godlike.They make you wanna just kiss the ground they trod on and buy coloks to worship them.

I know such peope. Aside from being students with extreamely attractive and numerous co curricular sijils, they work during the weekends, and still manage to score ok and maintain boyfriends. They do all these without getting any eyebags.

Talk about multitasking.

I think I'd be introduced to my coffin ten years ahead of my time if I lived like that. Like seriously.

Then, several days ago, I had this extremely tiring conversation with an acquaintance. Now mind you, the said person is what I'd like to call as a slave of marketing. Or if you want be to put it more crudely: Brand Whore.

I noticed when I talked about clothes, the person will talk about Guess, Armani exchange, Versage and godknowswhatelselagi.

When I talked about restaurant/cafe/any makan area, the person will talk about laundry bar, coffeebean, starbucks, secret recipe and whereverisfamous.

AND the most frustrating thing is, when I talked about hospitals, this person started blabbering about Glen eagles, Assunta, Pantai.....

You know what? I feel like I am mentally deteriorating when I am talking to this person. Like I am slowly suffering a painful torture of words which makes me wanna whither away just from trying to keep up with the competitiveness of the whole conversation.

Yer. I also realised this human being actually has the map of KLCC (place for snobs and arabian tourists) mentally burned into his skull.

Its rather belittling to hear that GAP is terrible in this person's books. I dont even buy all these. My parents dont own bank negara you know. So normally I get my clothes from padini or likewise shops with prices around there and sometimes even from the occasional pasar malam visits.

You know what, just because you want to live in the fast lane, doesnt mean all of us wanna follow you blindly down the road of indulgence and kill ourselves faster.

Besides, Baby Armanis dont go to tar college. They are normally exported.

So dont put on a show and fake it with a affected accent. We aint that blind AND deaf you know.

Labels: college, people

The Simple Life
Just so you know, bentong is not just famous for durians.

Thanks to the almost non-existent streamyx connection in my house recently, I've been trying to type and save some of my posts in Microsoft word when the blogging urge kicks in =.='

But biasanya I type a paragraph, give up and end up speculating which character will die in the cantonese drama which my roommate and I are currently chasing. Yes, sadly, I get distracted rather easily.

So yeah, thats why I am posting this so late.

Just a day before semester three,which is exactly a week ago thats how long I dah procrastinated. Goodness. I went to my friend's kampung which is located at Bentong to stay for a night.

For those katak tempurungs who have or had not taken a good look at the malaysian map during geography lessons shame on you, Bentong is located right after Genting. Meaning that it is listed as a town in Pahang despite it being around an hour plus drive to KL.

To sum the whole place and lifestyle up, I'd only have one word to say : Simple.

My friend told us to keep our voices down after 11pm as most people are already asleep and will probably start to hurl swearwords in as many languages and dialects which they can conjure up in their minds at the moment of sleepiness and fury. And courtesy of sleeping early, these people wake up equally early as well.

On the way to the coffeeshop at 8am, we realised that EVERYONE was already awake. Yes, you can even hear babies crying out loud and mini rempits zooming around in their bicycles, terrorizing unwary people. Makes me wonder at what ungodly hour do these people pull themselves out of bed...

Despite being rather close to genting, the air there isnt exactly cool during the day. However, when night falls, many of us were all searching for blankets in the dark.

There isnt much around town as well. They dont have huge shopping malls or anything. Yet, they do have a three story kfc. And I think I saw McD somewhere...and yeah,I was told there is a whorehouse as well (nationality: china).. so yeah, its not SO kampung to such an extent =p

What amuses me the most is the speedbumps there.


Either they hire creative kerja raya people or they hire people who havent taken their undang test. I would like to think both.

With the town being not much of an attraction, we focused our attention on bentong's natural wonders- the jungle, the waterfall and the hot springs.

Unfortunately, there wasnt enough time to visit the hot springs =( The jungle trekking and the visit to the waterfall took most of the time already.

Actually, the camwhoring process took most of the time. At last count, 16 of us took more than 200 pictures in a span of one day.

Oh. My. God. That sounds so vain.

I am tired of typing. If you havent got the stomach to look at people in various vain poses, please do not scroll down. For the love of your stomach, just dont.


I get a very Ace Ventura vibe each time I look at this picture. I am weird I know


Trying to replicate the red indian tiki


Omg Stranded!!


I perfected my lanci face.


Poser betul...


Everyone, suck in those spare tyres!


Further evidence that I am NOT lala! I have not succumbed to THE 'v' sign!!

I need to sleep now. So tired from the travelling from setapak to klang today. And then tomorrow,I have to travel back to setapak already.

Damn.

Labels: holidays, travel