And I had to get lost. Took the bus, got off the wrong stop. Nevermind i told myself, I'll do it the traditional way-I'll walk. Anyway, its just a stop. Might have looked lost, cause suddenly this weird african dude suddenly smiled at me and asked me "how are you?" in a creepy way -.-''. Come on, cant someone get lost in KL in peace these days?

Anyway, got to class on time, counsellor was nice enough to bring me to my class. One thing about this counsellor, he likes asking people how they are going to celebrate their cny. I think he asked me twice already. Must be looking forward to the holidays I suppose hm.

When I got to class, I took a seat and glanced to my right, only to see an old coursemate of mine sitting in the row beside me. Now thats the advantage of having 700 coursemates in diploma, you are bound to bump into one or two of them sometime in your life. Hm. Good, at least I kinda know someone. Sorta. Thank god she recognized me as well.

Lecturer came in, checked our attendence, found out that a few of us didnt have our names in the list, and shooed us down to check with the office people.

Bumped into the counsellor on the stairs, and he asked me "eh so fast break already?". swt.

Office stuff done, back to class, back to seats. And then only did I realised I couldnt have choose a more strategic location. The lecturer was standing in front of my table almost half the time (who said sitting in the middle is safe?) And guess who he'd convieniently throw his questions at?

Was already tired from shifting my stuff, getting lost and running around filling up forms, having my pic taken and doing other office stuff.. I wish he could find some other feng shui spot to stand at so that I can berkhayal in peace for awhile.

Note to self: Never sit in the middle row in this lecturer's class again.

Overall, things are run kinda differently compared to my old college. Its weird to have like 20 coursemates compared to several hundred. And I have a more flexible timetable.. classes 3 days a week instead of 5 days a week. Meaning I am free to do nonsense for the rest of the 4 days. However one of the days requires me to be at campus from 8am-6pm. diediediedie. The people here generally speak better english but speaking mandarin and cantonese is acceptable. The students here arent really dressy, as in as long as you dont turn up in pyjamas then everything should be ok. Which is great, cause I dont get people who dress up really well to classes anyway.

Oh yeah, I got my first assignment on my first day in class. Awesome.

Packing, each time I start going through the mess in my room, I see snippets of yesterdays. Between doodles and scribbles on old stationary, pieces of receipt tucked into the pockets of old luggage bags, random movie tickets with plots i have forgotten, extra change I dropped or stuffed somewhere out of convenience, bus and lrt tickets to destinations for reasons I cant remember, one side of an earring which I thought I had lost a long time ago, all these are little testimonials of the past.

If I were to describe how the last half year had been, I'd say it has been topsy turvy. Off course. Derailed. Whatever you want to call it. Funny to think it all had started from falling sick at the wrong time and a series of rather unfortunate circumstances that came right after that.

Aiyo I can be so silly sometimes. Going in big circles and ending up where I initially was. The irony. Why do people put up with me again?

Why do I say that? I shall be taking classes at Segi but at the kl branch.Not subang. Long story ask me when you see me. Welcome to the story of my life where things never really turn out the way I plan. T.T They just stubbornly refuse to. Its infuriating for me and rather amusing for others I suppose. But what the hell lah, I shall be staying around the neighbourhood where I used to stay when I was studing for diploma. Not that students have much choices for places to stay in kl anyway.. so yeah, dont be surprised if you see me being nerdy and making use of the gigantic Tarcian library to do Segi assignments. Hush people hush.

But its okay I has cute shoes :)


credit postsecret.

And they areee....
Black oxford boots!! :D
My mom reckons I have become more sissier this past six months. I have to agree with her. But at least I am a 3 and a half inch taller BUT sissier me. And being called sissy is worth it when your taller really :))

Anyway back to the point, I dont think I'll ever regret my choice. There isnt much chance you can sing semisonic's closing time at a real closing time with a south african girl right? Or point drunk polish people to the guardhouse when they asked you to help locate their room? Or have people dare you to bartop dance?

Dont worry, I told that idiot "You jump, i jump"
He didnt jump.

Smart.
Else I'd be in bigggg trouble.
cause I cant dance to save my life.

Its a wrap. I officially call this a closed chapter. Am ready for the next one :)

Ps: totally unrelated but my maimunah broke up with her bastard bf today. So I neednt play shrink already. I hope she gets a better bf next time. For her sake and for mine.

I mean, come on-I think too much for my own good, rely on coffee like its a form of life support system, over analyze matters a little too much, speak too bluntly, think too obscenely, and say inappropriate things at inappropriate times. Okay in my own defense, I do occasionally (please take note of the importance of this word) say things that remotely makes sense. But that is a rarity.

Thus, I ask myself what could it be that is making that woman call me almost everyday to complain about her rocky problems with her bastard of a boyfriend? Once I managed to unglue my ear from the phone by excusing myself, she smses me with more updates on her relationship. Eh? And when I log online, she spots me and continues updating me.

Arghhh what is this what the hell!

Do I look like a marriage/relationship counsellor?
Do I look like I want to listen for the tenthousandth time that "I think he is the one and i love him because..... blahblahblahhhhla BUT he told me today blahblahblahblah. I feel sad/angry/tired/ignored. And I want to break up with him BUT (start reading from the start of the first sentence again)"

T.T
Again I repeat myself, Argghh what is this what the hell?

Maybe its because I am good at shutting up, half listening, nodding my head and saying "ohhh", "uh huh", "yeah?" "damn" "wtf stupid bastard" at regular intervals.

Okay I am fine with listening to people rant once in awhile. Everyone needs somewhere to let that frustration go. Be it ranting to someone or (like me) ranting it all out in the form of words. But please dont overuse that privilege lah.

Wait, I just realized, you hardly ever ask me how I am. Or listen to me. Its all about you. Have you realized that? Yes although I do hate talking about my problems because when I do, I just go emo and and rant and rant and rant nonstop. Then I punctuate my rants with stupid rhetorical questions which no one can answer. And I think I kinda make people feel bad in some strange twisted way.

But at least have the courtesy to ask how I am.
I can just say "I am fine"
And I'll let you complain to kingdom come because I am just that nice... Sometimes.

I think everyone has a friend like this.

You know, the kind of people who will never be happy because they just CHOOSE to be unhappy. Almost everything might be going right in their life and they'll tell you they are just so miserable -.-||

Aisheh.... Come on chicken littles, the sky is still blue and its not falling on you anytime soon.

I had the freakiest sunday in ages, serious.

*
It started from a simple forwarded sms with an unknown number. To which I responded by asking a very simple question "Sorry but do i know you?"

A reply in mandarin
"Im XXXX. no I dont know you, I got your contact through a friend"

Okaaay.. Butttt I was curious, so i asked
"Which friend?"

In english since I hate typing in mandarin. I never sms in mandarin if I can help it. The whole trouble of going through hanyupinyin causes so much inconvenience.Shouldnt have asked really, but as we all know curiosity did kill the cat.

"It doesn't matter. Can we be friends?"

This is weird.



Another sms
" Can we chat in mandarin?"

Again,


A call came.


Then in the morning when I woke up, an sms
"Can we chat in mandarin? Why dont you reply me?"


A call came later while I was watching tv.
I stared at the phone as it was vibrating on the table, wondering if the guy is really dumb or really really dumb.

A few minutes of silence.. then another call.

Again I stare at my vibrating phone. Okay... this is getting reaallly scary...

An sms in mandarin again
"Why are you ignoring me?"

DUH. Continues ignoring anyway since I have become really good at ignoring in the past 24 hours.


(three minutes later)
THE SAME SMS.

OMGWTF THIS IS SCARY.

An sms from that person again, in mandarin
"Can you pick up my call?"

What?! Now the person is trying to order me to pick up? Arrgh fucker.

Few hours later...
ANOTHER CALL.
And then half an hour later, another call.


I stared at my phone each time while it happily vibrates from one spot of the table to another spot.

Then an sms, in mandarin as usual
"Are you scared of me until you dont want to pick up the phone? Why..How strange!'

Although I believe that no one is born stupid, this guy was really testing my beliefs at that very moment. Either that or he might have sustained some serious head injuries sometime in his life that had affected his thinking. And yes, it was scary on so many different levels. I need to DO SOMETHING.

One sms from me
"Look buddy, I dont want to pick up your calls k. If this is your idea of a joke, its in very bad taste. Please stop doing this"
Now you know I call people "buddy" when I am pissed.

And guess what he replied?
"I dont know how to read english"

BOOOOMB! Where is this person from? CHINA? No, even china people can read english okay. If your english sucks just admit it lah no need to say you totally cant read. This is crazy shit. Why is it happening to me? Okay fine, if the dude didnt get it in english, he shall get it in mandarin.

So I wrote him a sms in mandarin, something I have not done in ages.
"Do you know you're really annoying? Please stop it. I dont want to pick up your calls or anything. If you do call one more time, you'll be talking to my bf. Get it?"

Okay so I lied about the bf part. And frankly, my sms was really rude. But hey, circumstances kan? :) Besides, I was afraid that if I didnt put everything out as plain as day, this might get even more trickier later.

An sms, again in mandarin
"Why you didnt tell me earlier? Told you i cant read english already. Its your fault that you didnt reply me in mandarin! Who the heck do you think your bf is?! Why should I be scared?! Dont wanna be friends can always say one! Im not going to bother you! Hnnng!"

I got this message THREE times.

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Clarification? I dont need one.

Ps: Truth be told, I still feel kinda creeped out... and I really hope he isnt from some chinese mafia

T.T
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD WTF.

Reading between the lines.


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People tell me Im doing fine now.
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why is it
that i cant hear the words
which i yearn to hear
in person?
yet
why is it
that i keep hearing the words
which i want to turn a deaf ear to
all the time?
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They tell me I did fine.
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Some kids grow up because they want to.
Some kids grow up because they have to.

Which kid are you?
Last year, I was the kid in the latter line.
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They tell me I will do fine.
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Screwing up. Its okay cause people screw up occasionally. I just screwed up more often than usual last year thats all. I shall not be stupid and tell you I shall not screw up this year, cause screwing up is human nature. I just want to screw up less. I think thats a humble enough resolution.
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So between which lines did you choose to read me?
Which lines do you choose to read the people around you?

Some would rather go with the huge words while some read the fine print. Those people who matter the most are the ones who have read your fine print.

And stayed.
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And yes, I do like taking shots of my feet/my shoes. Its an unexplainable habit of mine. No, I do not have a fetish for feet. or shoes for that matter. just in case you misunderstand..
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