Strangely enough, stress levels have not been through the roof even though there's only a few days left. It's weird. Could it be that I've achieved some sort of nirvanic (no such word wtf) state wtf. Must be partly due to the fact that I know that I'll never live up to my forecast results wtf. Let's take a look shall we.
Acc - B16 ... Erm this may be feasible if mistakes are few and report is decent (which is pretty unlikely)
Econ - A17 ... Hahahaha I'm sure glad that mah Econ lecturer won't be marking my paper cos judging by past year papers I'll be lucky if I even manage to attain a B16 wtf.
ESL - A18 ... Based on past experiences, my ability to synthesize is still that of a 'weaker student' and it's at the state of 'tak boleh diselamatkan' already so I'm not even gonna attempt to salvage it wtf. So it'll depend on pure luck and astute hearing for listening wtf.
Maths - A20 .. HAHAHA. HA. HA. Bound to have mistakes. Very very low possibility.
Spec - A19 .. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? I would barely make it to a A17 sumore you expect me to get 20 wtf? WHO PAID YOU TO MOCK PEOPLE LIKE THIS WTF.
Can these people be more realistic wtf. Tsk tsk tsk...
Having said that, I think we're having it way better than those studying Sciences. The only subjects that really require reading are Econ and Acc. Lucky kan? Kan? Kan?
So anyway, level of absorbency have been low, it takes like dunno how many hours to read ten over pages. Wtf kan. Can stay at the same line for dunno how long wtf. Nevertheless plod on people, plod on.
On a pretty unrelated note (as usual), my roommate and I seem to have reached a whole new level of strangeness (for the lack of a better term) any pair of roommates could ever reach. What I mean is, yeah we stay in the same unit, sleep in the same room but it's almost as if we're strangers, y'know? We rarely talk. She'll be doing her thang, and me mine. Leading our own separate lives. Is this a whole new level or what... maybe it's me and my psycho analyzing again but I wonder if she feels the same way. Or maybe it's just me who's naturally awkward :P (A friend used that phrase to describe her friend once and I think it suits me too wtf).
Oh yeah and this question has been bugging me for a pretty long time, "Should I or should I not get a tattoo???" WTF HAISH. Malaria do you remember when I asked you bout tats wtf... well yeah I'm STIL thinking bout it wtf.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
4 AM Insanity Streak
I sure as hell hope that time can be fast forwarded now. Or my brain can hibernate til exam time. Even a mere 2 weeks seem SO FUCKING LONG. Mahai. WHEN'S IT GONNA END. END END END. WHY'S IT TAKING SO LONG.
Pre exam period is the worst, ESPECIALLY when you're staying with a bunch of fucking rajin people. You ask yourself, Am I doing enough? The answer is FUCK NO. It's NEVER fucking enough when you're co-existing with a bunch of fucking rajin peeps. Heck, what you're doing seems practically useless and insignificant compared to what others may be doing at the same time. What you did, others have already done and they've done more. You ask yourself, Why can other people do and accomplish more during the same time span? How the fuck does one manage to be at it day in day out for fucking 24 hours? Gawd are they not human.
One thing I've learned alright, staying with fucking rajin people sucks. Major. Shit I feel like going on a murderous rampage. Or digging my heart out from its crevices and closely examine why the fuck does it feel like it's clawing its way out of my chest. Fuck. Either stay in or out. Why are you acting up. I need to punch someone or something and SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM.
Pre exam period is the worst, ESPECIALLY when you're staying with a bunch of fucking rajin people. You ask yourself, Am I doing enough? The answer is FUCK NO. It's NEVER fucking enough when you're co-existing with a bunch of fucking rajin peeps. Heck, what you're doing seems practically useless and insignificant compared to what others may be doing at the same time. What you did, others have already done and they've done more. You ask yourself, Why can other people do and accomplish more during the same time span? How the fuck does one manage to be at it day in day out for fucking 24 hours? Gawd are they not human.
One thing I've learned alright, staying with fucking rajin people sucks. Major. Shit I feel like going on a murderous rampage. Or digging my heart out from its crevices and closely examine why the fuck does it feel like it's clawing its way out of my chest. Fuck. Either stay in or out. Why are you acting up. I need to punch someone or something and SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Where's Strength When I Need It
This post is a constructed as a reminder for myself. (eh ceh why sound so formal wtf)
I shall NOT lose my sanity. I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity
and
I shall be grateful for all the things that I have.
Am pretty much mentally and emotionally drained, and impaired wtf.
Honestly a part of me just wanna fuck it and leave it to fate and luck, but of course I'm not supposed to do that.
Just.
Gotta.
Chug on.
For a few more weeks. I SHALL NOT LOSE MY SANITY BY THEN.
****
Oh ya, I know it's pathetic but I still wanna display it wtf... that I have ONE follower! Hehe another person except myself reads this shit? So what it's only ONE? WTF rambling here wtf.
I shall NOT lose my sanity. I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity
and
I shall be grateful for all the things that I have.
Am pretty much mentally and emotionally drained, and impaired wtf.
Honestly a part of me just wanna fuck it and leave it to fate and luck, but of course I'm not supposed to do that.
Just.
Gotta.
Chug on.
For a few more weeks. I SHALL NOT LOSE MY SANITY BY THEN.
****
Oh ya, I know it's pathetic but I still wanna display it wtf... that I have ONE follower! Hehe another person except myself reads this shit? So what it's only ONE? WTF rambling here wtf.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Back From the Dead wtf
Damn. It's been over a month since I last blogged. How sad is that?
Well, only two words are required to describe mah one week holiday. And they are : EXTREME LAZINESS.
Heck, even the thought of getting my laptop out of the bag and switching it on TIRES me. How much lower can one sink? And that explains my absence from the vast world of the in-ter-net. (Say it like how Lucy Liu did in Charlie's Angels WTF nevermind)
So, it has mostly been a lot of staying up till morning, sleeping til afternoon wtf. I'm the epitome of fucked up biological clocks alright.
From here on it's gonna be a documentation of unorganized thoughts. (Ha. Ha. Since when was it organized wtf)
I miss Jay's blog. : (.... the beloved isorule.blogspot that I once frequented a long time ago. Now it's a private blog HAIH. He went on an indefinite hiatus and one day I discovered it became private. Does that mean he's blogging again?? SIGH I'll never know. Heck it was funny, interesting and so GAY. Lol. The little snippets into the life of a gay Malaysian Chinese guy now living in London with his boyfriend, M (if I remember correctly) (I hope they're still together haha). And his family had no idea of his sexual orientation, so he was always afraid that they would find out. HAIH I so miss it. I think I read through his entire archives... all the pornography stuff, the art stuff, the narcissistic stuff. DAMNIT I MISS IT T_T.
I sure as hell hope that one day, oh one day... I'll finally read that Mr Malaria has decided to kick Accounting's ass and go screw something that he likes instead. Donch brainwash yourself please. Oh c'mon do it for mankind lah please. (Pretty please? *pouts*)
It's Sunday already. Meaning, back to that place. Back to that college. SIGH and having to go through all the stressful, meaningless crap again. Gawd help me. You know what that day I even dreamt that I got back mah Econ trial paper and fuck it wasn't pretty. Stupid dream. Why all my dreams also stupid one wtf.
I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back.
I hate having to go back. Gee can you tell? WTF.
So... back to living like a zombie again. Don't think that there'll be any updates anytime soon. There's nothing worth updating anyway.
Well, only two words are required to describe mah one week holiday. And they are : EXTREME LAZINESS.
Heck, even the thought of getting my laptop out of the bag and switching it on TIRES me. How much lower can one sink? And that explains my absence from the vast world of the in-ter-net. (Say it like how Lucy Liu did in Charlie's Angels WTF nevermind)
So, it has mostly been a lot of staying up till morning, sleeping til afternoon wtf. I'm the epitome of fucked up biological clocks alright.
From here on it's gonna be a documentation of unorganized thoughts. (Ha. Ha. Since when was it organized wtf)
I miss Jay's blog. : (.... the beloved isorule.blogspot that I once frequented a long time ago. Now it's a private blog HAIH. He went on an indefinite hiatus and one day I discovered it became private. Does that mean he's blogging again?? SIGH I'll never know. Heck it was funny, interesting and so GAY. Lol. The little snippets into the life of a gay Malaysian Chinese guy now living in London with his boyfriend, M (if I remember correctly) (I hope they're still together haha). And his family had no idea of his sexual orientation, so he was always afraid that they would find out. HAIH I so miss it. I think I read through his entire archives... all the pornography stuff, the art stuff, the narcissistic stuff. DAMNIT I MISS IT T_T.
I sure as hell hope that one day, oh one day... I'll finally read that Mr Malaria has decided to kick Accounting's ass and go screw something that he likes instead. Donch brainwash yourself please. Oh c'mon do it for mankind lah please. (Pretty please? *pouts*)
It's Sunday already. Meaning, back to that place. Back to that college. SIGH and having to go through all the stressful, meaningless crap again. Gawd help me. You know what that day I even dreamt that I got back mah Econ trial paper and fuck it wasn't pretty. Stupid dream. Why all my dreams also stupid one wtf.
I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back.
I hate having to go back. Gee can you tell? WTF.
So... back to living like a zombie again. Don't think that there'll be any updates anytime soon. There's nothing worth updating anyway.
Beach Session
She sat listening, to the rhythm of waves splashing against the shore. Her eyes were transfixed to the horizon, the darkness that saw no end.
A tap on her shoulder. "Hey... thanks for comin." She needn't look, who else could it be?
"What, how could you know that I wasn't some psychopath with an axe?" He exclaimed.
"Well then I'd be dead by now, wouldn't I? So it wouldn't matter anyway." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Sheesh. You're the one who called me here." Feigning indignation, he sat down beside her.
She smiled. "Heh. Yeah... I guess... I needed someone to talk to." The words came out slowly, while her eyes wandered back to the ocean again.
For a few minutes, there they sat. Inhaling, exhaling.
"Er... miss? Your idea of talking is you looking at the ocean while I'm here trying hard to decipher your telepathic messages?"
"Oh all right, I just wanted some company that's all." She snapped.
He chuckled. "I know... I know..." saying it with a tone meant to pacify a dog. Of course he knew, God knows how many times he has been 'dragged' to one of these late night sessions with her. So of course he knew perfectly well.
Her finger started to trail a line along the white sand. She exhaled loudly. "Y' know, sometimes there's just so much stuff going through my mind, sometimes there's nothing. You ever get that?" Her eyes looked into his questioningly.
"Mostly, it's the latter." He said it matter-of-factly, and smiled.
Ignoring that, she continued. "So many questions that I know have no answers, cos they're stupid questions. With no answers! Like what does it meeean when people say some crap like, live life? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Oh dear. She's getting into one of her animated heated debate pose again. He thought to himself and laughed.
"For fuck's sake, what're you laughing at?" Her eyebrows were crossed. Then she came into realization, "I started to look like a cartoon again huh." -_-. Bravely, he denied it, "Nooope. Nuh-uh. Not. At. All."
More eye rolling from her. She wrapped her arms around her knees to prevent more over enthusiastic movements.
"Every single day, without fail, it's dragging oneself out of bed, going for classes, back home, sleep and repeating the cycle... Man, even zombies have better lives, at least they eat people or something... Even I know I need to get a life, but fuck! I don't even know what "life" is..." She paused for breath. " And later. Later! It'll be dragging oneself off bed, going to work, go home, sleep and repeat. FUCK. That's just fucked up, man, y'know what I mean."
He listened and nodded thoughtfully. "I hear ya, woman." He held his right hand out and showed off his L I F E tattoo on his knuckle. "You wanna know what "life" means? You wanna know it means huh? Well I'll tell ya what it means!"
He crunched his hand into a fist and started, "Life. Is in your hands." He looked at his fist. "Uh.." He closed his left hand on his fist. "See? Your life is in your hands. It's whatever you make of it. What it means is totally up to you, how you mold (uttering the word passionately and deliberately) it. Fuck, it doesn't have a specific meaning, a specific definition! Go to dictionary.com, type in "life" and what do you find? A whole bunch of crap, that's what!"
He looked like a deranged maniac delivering that speech and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Jesus. That was.... kinda... corny! Heck the corniest shit that ever came out of your mouth!" They both burst into fits of laughter and collapsed onto the soft, fluffy sand.
"Oh God..." Laying down on the sand and catching her breath, she said, "Then fuck knows what my life means. Worries, responsibilities, being a bore I guess. Sheesh. What bout yours?"
"Mine? I try not to dwell on it. Maybe it's not worth knowing, heh."
"I guess we'll never know the answers... see? Questions with no answers! Shit, we're back to square one..."
They stared at the stars and settled into a long silence.
"Hey, mind if I bombard you with another unanswerable question?"
"Briiing it on, lady! Maybe I have another tattoo to help mah point."
"Fuck! Your knuckle tat didn't prove shit!" She laughed.
"So anyway. Another thing I don't get is when people say they're "searching" for themselves." I sure as hell wanna know how to do that cos I have no idea who or what am I either, so how does one do that ol' wise one?"
"Ah... I think my butt tat can explain on that. Wait a sec." He motioned to unbuckle his belt.
"What? Since when you had your ass permanently scarred?"
He giggled. That old monkey giggle that made him look like a 5 year old. She thumped his arm, "I knew it! Sheesh. Now answer me using your mouth, not your ass. Dumbass."
"Truth is... you can call me dumbass all you want and I still can't answer cos I have no fucking idea too." He finished it in a breath and resigned to his unanswerable fate.
They sighed together. "Well at least we can be clueless together." She finally said. "Yeah..." he agreed. "Something tells me, we're not the only clueless fools."
A tap on her shoulder. "Hey... thanks for comin." She needn't look, who else could it be?
"What, how could you know that I wasn't some psychopath with an axe?" He exclaimed.
"Well then I'd be dead by now, wouldn't I? So it wouldn't matter anyway." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Sheesh. You're the one who called me here." Feigning indignation, he sat down beside her.
She smiled. "Heh. Yeah... I guess... I needed someone to talk to." The words came out slowly, while her eyes wandered back to the ocean again.
For a few minutes, there they sat. Inhaling, exhaling.
"Er... miss? Your idea of talking is you looking at the ocean while I'm here trying hard to decipher your telepathic messages?"
"Oh all right, I just wanted some company that's all." She snapped.
He chuckled. "I know... I know..." saying it with a tone meant to pacify a dog. Of course he knew, God knows how many times he has been 'dragged' to one of these late night sessions with her. So of course he knew perfectly well.
Her finger started to trail a line along the white sand. She exhaled loudly. "Y' know, sometimes there's just so much stuff going through my mind, sometimes there's nothing. You ever get that?" Her eyes looked into his questioningly.
"Mostly, it's the latter." He said it matter-of-factly, and smiled.
Ignoring that, she continued. "So many questions that I know have no answers, cos they're stupid questions. With no answers! Like what does it meeean when people say some crap like, live life? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Oh dear. She's getting into one of her animated heated debate pose again. He thought to himself and laughed.
"For fuck's sake, what're you laughing at?" Her eyebrows were crossed. Then she came into realization, "I started to look like a cartoon again huh." -_-. Bravely, he denied it, "Nooope. Nuh-uh. Not. At. All."
More eye rolling from her. She wrapped her arms around her knees to prevent more over enthusiastic movements.
"Every single day, without fail, it's dragging oneself out of bed, going for classes, back home, sleep and repeating the cycle... Man, even zombies have better lives, at least they eat people or something... Even I know I need to get a life, but fuck! I don't even know what "life" is..." She paused for breath. " And later. Later! It'll be dragging oneself off bed, going to work, go home, sleep and repeat. FUCK. That's just fucked up, man, y'know what I mean."
He listened and nodded thoughtfully. "I hear ya, woman." He held his right hand out and showed off his L I F E tattoo on his knuckle. "You wanna know what "life" means? You wanna know it means huh? Well I'll tell ya what it means!"
He crunched his hand into a fist and started, "Life. Is in your hands." He looked at his fist. "Uh.." He closed his left hand on his fist. "See? Your life is in your hands. It's whatever you make of it. What it means is totally up to you, how you mold (uttering the word passionately and deliberately) it. Fuck, it doesn't have a specific meaning, a specific definition! Go to dictionary.com, type in "life" and what do you find? A whole bunch of crap, that's what!"
He looked like a deranged maniac delivering that speech and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Jesus. That was.... kinda... corny! Heck the corniest shit that ever came out of your mouth!" They both burst into fits of laughter and collapsed onto the soft, fluffy sand.
"Oh God..." Laying down on the sand and catching her breath, she said, "Then fuck knows what my life means. Worries, responsibilities, being a bore I guess. Sheesh. What bout yours?"
"Mine? I try not to dwell on it. Maybe it's not worth knowing, heh."
"I guess we'll never know the answers... see? Questions with no answers! Shit, we're back to square one..."
They stared at the stars and settled into a long silence.
"Hey, mind if I bombard you with another unanswerable question?"
"Briiing it on, lady! Maybe I have another tattoo to help mah point."
"Fuck! Your knuckle tat didn't prove shit!" She laughed.
"So anyway. Another thing I don't get is when people say they're "searching" for themselves." I sure as hell wanna know how to do that cos I have no idea who or what am I either, so how does one do that ol' wise one?"
"Ah... I think my butt tat can explain on that. Wait a sec." He motioned to unbuckle his belt.
"What? Since when you had your ass permanently scarred?"
He giggled. That old monkey giggle that made him look like a 5 year old. She thumped his arm, "I knew it! Sheesh. Now answer me using your mouth, not your ass. Dumbass."
"Truth is... you can call me dumbass all you want and I still can't answer cos I have no fucking idea too." He finished it in a breath and resigned to his unanswerable fate.
They sighed together. "Well at least we can be clueless together." She finally said. "Yeah..." he agreed. "Something tells me, we're not the only clueless fools."
Saturday, August 30, 2008
A!V!R!I!L!
In point form cos lazy to organize thoughts:
The whole Best Damn Thing album except for One of Those Girls, Contagious, Keep Holding On & I Will Be (I think)
Complicated
I'm With You
Don't Tell Me
My Happy Ending
Losing Grip
He Wasn't
I Always Get What I Want (I think)
Well, I may have left out a few.
But honestly it made me kinda miss MCR wtf. Truth is I would prefer MCR over Avril anytime... T_T... (sorry Avril) We get to head bang a lot more at rock concerts wtf.
- HIGH HIGH HIGH! I screamed till my throat wanted to burst already cos I wanted to fully utilize my throat this time wtf wtf.
- Avril Lavigne is so damn petite! And cute and pwettyyyy...
- Unfortunately we weren't as close to her as we were to MCR, cos there was a freakin VIP section in front wtf! Deng... the place where they were sitting was where we stood last year for MCR ok? We were at the 3rd to 4th row at the Red Zone there... Pengacau betul lar VIPs ni~ We're like WTF? Mana datang VIP-VIP ni? Sumore so many small kids one? Go home and sleep la wtf~ (fan oh kei fan gao la deng...) @ Go home and study la wtf~ (fan oh kei duk shu la deng...)
- Her guitarists are effin HOT lor! The drummer also damn yeng... during a short break the drummer entertained us with his skills, bagus nyer. Ala her whole troupe was fanfuckintastic lah, including the dancers wtf.
- So she began with Girlfriend, and ended with Girlfriend remix version and Sk8er Boi.
The whole Best Damn Thing album except for One of Those Girls, Contagious, Keep Holding On & I Will Be (I think)
Complicated
I'm With You
Don't Tell Me
My Happy Ending
Losing Grip
He Wasn't
I Always Get What I Want (I think)
Well, I may have left out a few.
- Oh ya and why is she cute? Haha one song at the starting, which song forgot liao paiseh, the music was playing, and she raised her hands, we cheered. Hands down, stopped. Raise again, "WOOOO!!!!!!". Down, *near silence*. And hands up! "AHHHHHHHH!!!!" Then she put her finger to her lips (basically 'shhh' la). This went on for quite some time hahaha. LOL damn she was smiling like a cheeky monkey, playing with us like that. And we followed like a bunch of dopes hahahahaha...
- She was actually better at performing live than I expected. Dunno why I've just had this perception that she's not that good live but hahaha maybe cos all the shouting I couldn't hear mistakes anyway wtf.
- She had maybe... 4 outfit changes?
- Her hair was curly.
- We went in at about 6 sth to 7 o'clock? Then OMFG it started to raaaaaainnn... Wtf it looked like it was really gonna pour but luckily it stopped. We were provided with plastic raincoats wtf, more like plastic bags la with a hood and sleeves wtf. Damn hot and stuffy lor when wearing that plastic thing wtf.
- It started at a little after 9 I guess and ended at 10.30 like that. So, less than an hour and a half : (....
- She really did comply with the rules, left out "motherfucking", "hell" and I don't think I heard "shit" either.
- A pink piano was rolled in for her to play during When You're Gone. And she showed off her drumming skills too (for which song forgot liao wtf)! WOOT!
- Was there an encore? Well she said and waved bye and went backstage. So lah we shouted "we want more we want more" After awhile the pink background was dropped and another black one with the star was revealed (WHOAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!). And she sang the last two songs. But is that considered an encore? I don't think so hor... Sk8er Boi ended liao we shouted for encore but to no avail wtf. :'( (MCR pun takde encore how come...)
But honestly it made me kinda miss MCR wtf. Truth is I would prefer MCR over Avril anytime... T_T... (sorry Avril) We get to head bang a lot more at rock concerts wtf.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Before the Ride Begins. Again.
There is nothing much to say now. Except for stating the obvious. I IS PHAIL!!!! SO DAMN PHAIL...
It's currently 5 in the morning la what do you expect. And I'm not even sleepy wtf. But I don't feel like doing Econs stuff either, so I shall succumb to the pleasures of my bed after this wtf. (read: FUCK THIS SHIT MY ECONS DIE DIE DIE T_____________T)
Don't know what to think anymore. It just feels like nothing's going on in that skull of mine wtf. Things that are not worth thinking are shut out.
Vacuousness. The scary thing is, I'm getting so used to it already. Way too used to it.
Going through the motions of life. Sorta like a train chugging along its tracks. No idea why I thought of that but I just did. Probably something to do with the chugging motion. Don't you feel like that too sometimes? That you're chugging through life wtf?
Go through it a day at a time. It won't be so heavy that way. Well yeah I guess so.
It's currently 5 in the morning la what do you expect. And I'm not even sleepy wtf. But I don't feel like doing Econs stuff either, so I shall succumb to the pleasures of my bed after this wtf. (read: FUCK THIS SHIT MY ECONS DIE DIE DIE T_____________T)
Don't know what to think anymore. It just feels like nothing's going on in that skull of mine wtf. Things that are not worth thinking are shut out.
Vacuousness. The scary thing is, I'm getting so used to it already. Way too used to it.
Going through the motions of life. Sorta like a train chugging along its tracks. No idea why I thought of that but I just did. Probably something to do with the chugging motion. Don't you feel like that too sometimes? That you're chugging through life wtf?
Go through it a day at a time. It won't be so heavy that way. Well yeah I guess so.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Mathematical Relevation
It's another gloomy day... which equals to?
Gloomy day = No mood to do homework lah! Simple equation also don't know... ish...
This is not just some lame excuse ok! Just think about it, when you envision someone doing homework, don't you think about he or she completing it in a bright, sunny, airy environment? Preferably in a space with lots of huge windows so the sun rays can be welcomed in and there would be no need for artificial lighting. And outside birds are chirping, butterflies are fluttering, lush trees are swaying... aiyah so anyway you get the idea kan wtf...
So agree with me lah wtf today's not a day to do anything wtf.
Gloomy day = No mood to do homework lah! Simple equation also don't know... ish...
This is not just some lame excuse ok! Just think about it, when you envision someone doing homework, don't you think about he or she completing it in a bright, sunny, airy environment? Preferably in a space with lots of huge windows so the sun rays can be welcomed in and there would be no need for artificial lighting. And outside birds are chirping, butterflies are fluttering, lush trees are swaying... aiyah so anyway you get the idea kan wtf...
So agree with me lah wtf today's not a day to do anything wtf.
URGH.
WTF I BEH TAHAN ALREADY LAH IS THE CONCERT ON OR NOT WTF????!!!! IF NOT ON THEN NOT ON LAH I CAN LIVE WITH IT LA PUKIMAK MACAUHAI BUT APA PASAL SAY IT'S BACK ON PULAK??? MAKE UP YOUR FREAKING MIND LAH PEOPLE!!!!! GRRRRRRRRR GERAM LAH WTF!!!!
BEH. TA. HAN HAN HAN HAN HAN HAN......
BEH. TA. HAN HAN HAN HAN HAN HAN......
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Sekali-sekala bolehlah, kalau selalu tentu I dibelasah
Hari ini saya membuat keputusan untuk belog dalam bahasa kebangsaan! Kenapa, anda tanya?
Ini adalah kerana saya mendapati BM saya yang teramat pasar amat sesuai untuk mengekspreskan crap-crap yang saya hendak sampaikan ketika ini. Ataupun mungkin jugak I nak belajar cara-cara percakapan mat-mat rempit ...
Mula-mula I nak tanya sesuatu.... KENAPA ULSER ATAS LIDAH SAYA TAK SEMBUH-SEMBUH LAGI????!!!! KENAPA???? KENAPA??? IA BUKAN SATU SAJER TAU! DUA! MCH CCB KNN! ATAS LIDAH! SATU KIRI SATU KANAN LAGI! KENAPA??? I PUN TAK TAU SUDAH BERAPA LAMA I ADA 2 ULSER YANG AMAT BENCI INI... T___________T
Aduhai, walaupun BM saya yang tertulis di sini tidaklah amat teruk *batuk*, kesal bagi saya cakap bahawa saya tak boleh berutur (betul tak??? I tak tau...) selincah begini wtf. Kerana otak saya lembap atau apa, perlu masa yang lama untuk proses perkara-perkara yang hendak dicakap atau apa, I jugak tak tau.
Erm, actually takde banyak benda yang I nak cakap sekarang. Tapi tadi baru sajer tengok satu siri terbitan tempatan yang teramat lucu. Kenapa ia begitu lucu? Lu buatlah judgement anda sendiri.
Ia bermula dengan monolog dalaman seorang intern perempuan.
Ada satu cardio-thorasic (tak pasti tu ejaan) surgeon.
Ada satu neurosurgeon.
Ada 4 interns.
Ada seorang yang suka flirt dan sepatutnya jejaki hensem (sebenarnya sedikit pun tidak) tapi I tak pasti dia surgeon apa sebab tak tengok habis.
Dan yang paling teruk lagi.....
TAJUK SIRI TU IALAH AMPANG MEDIKAL!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Amat ketara ia ialah rip-off dari siri medikal yang mendapat sambutan hangat - Anatomi Kelabu!!!!!!!!!!! Aduhai mengapa???!!! Mengapa nak buat perkara macam ni??? Tak bolehkah penerbit-penerbit tempatan buat sesuatu yang original???
Aduhai.... tak henti-henti abang-abang dan I ketawa semasa menontonnya. Mungkinkah ia sebenarnya berniat untuk menjadi siri komedi dan bukan siri medikal?
Saya rasa sampai sinilah crap saya dalam BM. Semoga anda terhibur dengan bahasa pasar I wtf.
Ini adalah kerana saya mendapati BM saya yang teramat pasar amat sesuai untuk mengekspreskan crap-crap yang saya hendak sampaikan ketika ini. Ataupun mungkin jugak I nak belajar cara-cara percakapan mat-mat rempit ...
Mula-mula I nak tanya sesuatu.... KENAPA ULSER ATAS LIDAH SAYA TAK SEMBUH-SEMBUH LAGI????!!!! KENAPA???? KENAPA??? IA BUKAN SATU SAJER TAU! DUA! MCH CCB KNN! ATAS LIDAH! SATU KIRI SATU KANAN LAGI! KENAPA??? I PUN TAK TAU SUDAH BERAPA LAMA I ADA 2 ULSER YANG AMAT BENCI INI... T___________T
Aduhai, walaupun BM saya yang tertulis di sini tidaklah amat teruk *batuk*, kesal bagi saya cakap bahawa saya tak boleh berutur (betul tak??? I tak tau...) selincah begini wtf. Kerana otak saya lembap atau apa, perlu masa yang lama untuk proses perkara-perkara yang hendak dicakap atau apa, I jugak tak tau.
Erm, actually takde banyak benda yang I nak cakap sekarang. Tapi tadi baru sajer tengok satu siri terbitan tempatan yang teramat lucu. Kenapa ia begitu lucu? Lu buatlah judgement anda sendiri.
Ia bermula dengan monolog dalaman seorang intern perempuan.
Ada satu cardio-thorasic (tak pasti tu ejaan) surgeon.
Ada satu neurosurgeon.
Ada 4 interns.
Ada seorang yang suka flirt dan sepatutnya jejaki hensem (sebenarnya sedikit pun tidak) tapi I tak pasti dia surgeon apa sebab tak tengok habis.
Dan yang paling teruk lagi.....
TAJUK SIRI TU IALAH AMPANG MEDIKAL!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Amat ketara ia ialah rip-off dari siri medikal yang mendapat sambutan hangat - Anatomi Kelabu!!!!!!!!!!! Aduhai mengapa???!!! Mengapa nak buat perkara macam ni??? Tak bolehkah penerbit-penerbit tempatan buat sesuatu yang original???
Aduhai.... tak henti-henti abang-abang dan I ketawa semasa menontonnya. Mungkinkah ia sebenarnya berniat untuk menjadi siri komedi dan bukan siri medikal?
Saya rasa sampai sinilah crap saya dalam BM. Semoga anda terhibur dengan bahasa pasar I wtf.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
BANYAK STUPIAK
Today, on 20th August 2008, the Malaysian government has once again showcased its stupidity.
By canceling Avril Lavigne's concert in KL on 29th August!!!!!
Citing " it may taint the Muslim-majority country's independence day celebrations after the Islamic opposition slammed her show as being "too sexy." " as a LAME EXCUSE FOR A REASON.
Can I hear you all say, WHAT THE FUCK???
First of all, SINCE WHEN IS AVRIL LAVIGNE SEXY???? (sorry Avril)
There are a lot of events on Aug 29 and the Ministry does not want the independence and the near Ramadan month to be filled with such pop and rock culture, he said.
Oh the monstrosity that is the Malaysian Government.
This is not so much about not getting to watch Avril on stage.
This is not so much about feeling cheated after reading that "oh everything's fine everything's on track the show will go on" wtf.
It's about our freakin freedom to have a concert in Malaysia without narrow-minded people protesting that it's gonna be "too sexy!" "too much of a bad influence!" "unsuitable!" "inappropriate!" "not good for our youths!" !!!!!
It's about our right to simply attend a concert to HAVE FUN! To experience that high from shouting and cheering in unison! And for diehard Avril fans, to see their idol in action! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR MCH?? Stop taking that away from us!!! As if after one measly concert all the concert goers are gonna fuck around, drop out of school, become mat rempits, flash their boobs (wtf) and so on! You see how ridiculous is that? Maciam mana mereka pikir punya? I TAK FAHAM BOLEHKAH ANDA MEMBERI SAYA SEDIKIT CAHAYA (enlighten me a little wtf) ???!!!!???
I don't get that just for once, can't the Government focus on getting their act together, govern the country properly instead of thinking whether to cancel concerts here, there, everywhere??? PULL YOURSELVES OUT OF THE FIASCO THAT YOU'RE IN FIRST BEFORE DEALING WITH THESE PETTY ISSUES. LOOK AT YOURSELVES!!!!
Oh the monstrosity that is the Malaysian Government!!! I'm sorry I wanna love Malaysia but the government makes it so hard for me to do it T______________T.
Last year, R&B singer Beyonce moved her show from Malaysia to Indonesia, and Christina Aguilera skipped the country on an Asian tour after a controversy erupted over a dress code for foreign artists.
Refrain from jumping, shouting, hugging and kissing? Oh I know what you want, then. A freaking kindergarten story telling session wtf. Go eat shit lah. This is why Singapore is getting all the good acts. Only a causeway apart and so much difference wtf. *sulks*
GO HERE.
Hell yeah it was so stupid to go through the whole 'oh she's comin! oh she's not gonna make it... oh she's comin!!! oh no...' roller coaster ride. Bunch of douchebags.
By canceling Avril Lavigne's concert in KL on 29th August!!!!!
Citing " it may taint the Muslim-majority country's independence day celebrations after the Islamic opposition slammed her show as being "too sexy." " as a LAME EXCUSE FOR A REASON.
Can I hear you all say, WHAT THE FUCK???
First of all, SINCE WHEN IS AVRIL LAVIGNE SEXY???? (sorry Avril)
There are a lot of events on Aug 29 and the Ministry does not want the independence and the near Ramadan month to be filled with such pop and rock culture, he said.
"As the Minister of Unity, Culture, Arts and Heritage, we should be instilling good culture in the young but here we are allowing other parties to organise things,"
Oh the monstrosity that is the Malaysian Government.
This is not so much about not getting to watch Avril on stage.
This is not so much about feeling cheated after reading that "oh everything's fine everything's on track the show will go on" wtf.
It's about our freakin freedom to have a concert in Malaysia without narrow-minded people protesting that it's gonna be "too sexy!" "too much of a bad influence!" "unsuitable!" "inappropriate!" "not good for our youths!" !!!!!
It's about our right to simply attend a concert to HAVE FUN! To experience that high from shouting and cheering in unison! And for diehard Avril fans, to see their idol in action! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR MCH?? Stop taking that away from us!!! As if after one measly concert all the concert goers are gonna fuck around, drop out of school, become mat rempits, flash their boobs (wtf) and so on! You see how ridiculous is that? Maciam mana mereka pikir punya? I TAK FAHAM BOLEHKAH ANDA MEMBERI SAYA SEDIKIT CAHAYA (enlighten me a little wtf) ???!!!!???
I don't get that just for once, can't the Government focus on getting their act together, govern the country properly instead of thinking whether to cancel concerts here, there, everywhere??? PULL YOURSELVES OUT OF THE FIASCO THAT YOU'RE IN FIRST BEFORE DEALING WITH THESE PETTY ISSUES. LOOK AT YOURSELVES!!!!
Oh the monstrosity that is the Malaysian Government!!! I'm sorry I wanna love Malaysia but the government makes it so hard for me to do it T______________T.
Last year, R&B singer Beyonce moved her show from Malaysia to Indonesia, and Christina Aguilera skipped the country on an Asian tour after a controversy erupted over a dress code for foreign artists.
Malaysia requires all performers to wear clothes without obscene or drug-related images and be covered from the chest to the knees. They must also refrain from jumping, shouting, hugging and kissing on stage.
Refrain from jumping, shouting, hugging and kissing? Oh I know what you want, then. A freaking kindergarten story telling session wtf. Go eat shit lah. This is why Singapore is getting all the good acts. Only a causeway apart and so much difference wtf. *sulks*
GO HERE.
Hell yeah it was so stupid to go through the whole 'oh she's comin! oh she's not gonna make it... oh she's comin!!! oh no...' roller coaster ride. Bunch of douchebags.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Questions
One thing's for sure. Studying Economics is depressing.
It makes you wonder, how can some people siphon off the funds that were intended to help the people in their country, just for their own materialistic pleasures? Do they think that living life in luxury is more important than staving off poverty and famine?
Money that amounts to way more than they can use their entire life, do they really need it??
How do they sleep at night, having full knowledge that their wants are satisfied at the expense of the lives of many other people? Do they not feel anything for their own people?
Confusion. Is money really the root of all evil... or are humans just too easily tempted and consumed by greed.
***
It makes you think, what are you doing worrying bout your own dreams and aspirations when there are so many people out there with not even a chance to dream cos they're starving, diseased, trying to make ends meet?
It makes you think, what can you do? What are you supposed to do?
How does one strike a balance between living for themselves and living for others?
It makes you question. Everything.
It's easy to forget about billions of people suffering around the globe when you're living your own petty lives. More often than not, we'll be focusing on ourselves.
"One man can't make a difference." I think these are words of cowardice. And sad to say, I'm a coward too. If not even one man starts paving the road for a better place, a better future, how can the process even begin? How can we even see the light of a better world?
You'll be amazed at the things one man can do. I remembered the music video for 'If Everyone Cared' by Nickelback.
It asks the simple question of "What would happen if everyone cared?" It shows that one man CAN indeed make a difference.
"1984. Bob Geldof. Music journalist turned punk rock frontman was inspired by a news report about Africa's famine epidemic and began his fight against world hunger. He organized the world's first global charity concert - Live Aid. Performances by 100 artists around the world were viewed by 1.5 billion people. Live Aid raised $150 million in one day."
(Sigh let's just hope that the money DID go to people who needed it)
That's just one example of the strength of one man. Go watch it. And I'm sure there are many more Bob Geldofs out there. To all of them, I hope that they continue their efforts and let nothing break their spirits.
"Never doubt that a small group of people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
It makes you wonder, how can some people siphon off the funds that were intended to help the people in their country, just for their own materialistic pleasures? Do they think that living life in luxury is more important than staving off poverty and famine?
Money that amounts to way more than they can use their entire life, do they really need it??
How do they sleep at night, having full knowledge that their wants are satisfied at the expense of the lives of many other people? Do they not feel anything for their own people?
Confusion. Is money really the root of all evil... or are humans just too easily tempted and consumed by greed.
***
It makes you think, what are you doing worrying bout your own dreams and aspirations when there are so many people out there with not even a chance to dream cos they're starving, diseased, trying to make ends meet?
It makes you think, what can you do? What are you supposed to do?
How does one strike a balance between living for themselves and living for others?
It makes you question. Everything.
It's easy to forget about billions of people suffering around the globe when you're living your own petty lives. More often than not, we'll be focusing on ourselves.
"One man can't make a difference." I think these are words of cowardice. And sad to say, I'm a coward too. If not even one man starts paving the road for a better place, a better future, how can the process even begin? How can we even see the light of a better world?
You'll be amazed at the things one man can do. I remembered the music video for 'If Everyone Cared' by Nickelback.
It asks the simple question of "What would happen if everyone cared?" It shows that one man CAN indeed make a difference.
"1984. Bob Geldof. Music journalist turned punk rock frontman was inspired by a news report about Africa's famine epidemic and began his fight against world hunger. He organized the world's first global charity concert - Live Aid. Performances by 100 artists around the world were viewed by 1.5 billion people. Live Aid raised $150 million in one day."
(Sigh let's just hope that the money DID go to people who needed it)
That's just one example of the strength of one man. Go watch it. And I'm sure there are many more Bob Geldofs out there. To all of them, I hope that they continue their efforts and let nothing break their spirits.
"Never doubt that a small group of people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
- Margaret Mead
Isn't it time we did something too? But how do we begin?
Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Beached Whale
Can someone please tell me why I'm on a constant search for food when I'm at home?? WHY? It's not like I starve at my hostel what! How come ar? T_T... I'm so gonna pay for all the binge eating.
***
Sounds of crunching leaves permeated the cold, silent air. Her footsteps came to a halt.
And she sat down where she always sat. Aches and pain. She was all aches and pain.
How she missed everything.
Like how patient he was whenever she threw her monthly tantrums. She would always be consumed with guilt after that, and make up in her own little ways.
Or how he always gave her hugs whenever she looked like she needed it. He didn't need to utter a single word of comfort, all she needed was him, by her side to wipe her tears and hold her tight.
The feel of his body against hers when they cuddled to sleep.
How he tickled her mercilessly just to annoy her.
His infectious laughter. His crooked smile that would just totally melt her heart.
His breath, his warmth which never failed to make her feel that every thing's gonna turn out fine.
How he made cute little videos of himself before he went on his business trips, to keep her company and let her know that he was missing her too.
How he made her feel that she was great just the way she was.
She reminisced.
She learned how to bake his favourite chocolate chip cookies just for their anniversary, when she had no clue there was tapioca flour and corn flour. She thought there was just, flour.
She bought a set of skimpy lingerie to be wore to bed, but it turned out that he found her sexier in his work clothes.
Their fights. Really huge, major fights which involved endless insults and curses being hurled at each other. Things that shouldn't have been brought up would surface. Then, regrets and tearful apologies.
Their break ups. Their moments of doubts and insecurities. Peculiar times when they felt that they couldn't stand each other anymore. Wondering why they became an item in the first place. But, somehow, they always got back together.
But not this time.
This time, they couldn't reunite no matter what.
She buried her face in her hands. Loud sobs now permeated the seemingly unforgiving, cold air.
As she sat there, in front of the stone that bore the letters,
R.I.P.
***
Sounds of crunching leaves permeated the cold, silent air. Her footsteps came to a halt.
And she sat down where she always sat. Aches and pain. She was all aches and pain.
How she missed everything.
Like how patient he was whenever she threw her monthly tantrums. She would always be consumed with guilt after that, and make up in her own little ways.
Or how he always gave her hugs whenever she looked like she needed it. He didn't need to utter a single word of comfort, all she needed was him, by her side to wipe her tears and hold her tight.
The feel of his body against hers when they cuddled to sleep.
How he tickled her mercilessly just to annoy her.
His infectious laughter. His crooked smile that would just totally melt her heart.
His breath, his warmth which never failed to make her feel that every thing's gonna turn out fine.
How he made cute little videos of himself before he went on his business trips, to keep her company and let her know that he was missing her too.
How he made her feel that she was great just the way she was.
She reminisced.
She learned how to bake his favourite chocolate chip cookies just for their anniversary, when she had no clue there was tapioca flour and corn flour. She thought there was just, flour.
She bought a set of skimpy lingerie to be wore to bed, but it turned out that he found her sexier in his work clothes.
Their fights. Really huge, major fights which involved endless insults and curses being hurled at each other. Things that shouldn't have been brought up would surface. Then, regrets and tearful apologies.
Their break ups. Their moments of doubts and insecurities. Peculiar times when they felt that they couldn't stand each other anymore. Wondering why they became an item in the first place. But, somehow, they always got back together.
But not this time.
This time, they couldn't reunite no matter what.
She buried her face in her hands. Loud sobs now permeated the seemingly unforgiving, cold air.
As she sat there, in front of the stone that bore the letters,
R.I.P.
Monday, July 07, 2008
..l..
Creeping laziness. Stark contrasts. Grunting monologues. Uneasy silence. Piercing numbness. Empty minds. Lost thoughts.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
It's a freaking Sunday & I have nothing but work to do
Presentations are fucked up. You know why? Cos for that meager 4 minutes of talking, you have to slave for a wayyy longer period to get prepared. WTF. What happens in 4 minutes I ask you? Walk out of classroom. Take deep breaths, amble around, glance glance glance. Walk back into classroom. There. 4 minutes.
Another pointless post brought to you by moi.
Another pointless post brought to you by moi.
Friday, July 04, 2008
HOW COME~~~
How come....??? How come my room mate is so damn hardworking~~~ make people feel guilty like hell only la wtf... How come she can stay in the room for the whole day and diligently do homework / study ?? HOW COME??? T_______________T
Eh where she went har. Don't tell me she went to discuss Accounts without me har T_T. Haih never mind also lah, I can't contribute anything also T_T.
Eh where she went har. Don't tell me she went to discuss Accounts without me har T_T. Haih never mind also lah, I can't contribute anything also T_T.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Scared shitless
When I'm inspired, maybe I can come up with more him; she stories.
Now, all I am is fucking scared k! OMG like scared till dunno how! T___________T
I hate this feeling. This feeling of impending doom. Feeling lost like a fucking sheep in a jungle. Damn fucked up. Nothing gets more fucked up than this wtf. Maybe other than discovering that your girlfriend just got knocked up.
By someone else wtf.
Oh God, if You are there and listening, please bless this child with the sudden ability to conjure up a good Economics essay on Thursday. T_T. I BEG YOU WTFFF....
Again, damn fucked up wtf.
Now, all I am is fucking scared k! OMG like scared till dunno how! T___________T
I hate this feeling. This feeling of impending doom. Feeling lost like a fucking sheep in a jungle. Damn fucked up. Nothing gets more fucked up than this wtf. Maybe other than discovering that your girlfriend just got knocked up.
By someone else wtf.
Oh God, if You are there and listening, please bless this child with the sudden ability to conjure up a good Economics essay on Thursday. T_T. I BEG YOU WTFFF....
Again, damn fucked up wtf.
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