Kar May’s 20th

Happy Birthday Kar May! You’ve reached the big 2-0 now, please start to act your age kthxbai.

Well, instead of doing the usual suprise-with-birthday-cake-at-12-midnight-sharp-in-your-bedroom thing, we decided to do it with a little twist. ‘Cause we’ve been doing the same thing with almost everyone in this house, it’s gonna be kind of predictable. (Hmm, I just realized, the only ones in the house who haven’t have their birthday celebrated is Brian and I! =X Hello semester break muahahahaha)

Anyway, a few of us brought Kar May to Ghany, with the notion that we’re just gonna have the normal yumcha session. As soon as we reached, I gave Mx a miss call so that he’d know we were already there. Then, Apple drove the few of them to Ghany with the cake and guitar. When they reached, they crept behind her (I swear, everyone at the table were such great actors, not giving away that there were people coming from the back.) and then Say Tar started playing a birthday song on the guitar. She was so surprised she practically jumped out of her seat!

Mission accomplished.

Kar May looking quite the happy with her cake.

Horny Averse.

Birthday girl didn’t know where to put the spatula, so there you go. -_- It’s a nice blackforest cake though! Yummeh. One day I’ll go back to the same shop, buy smaller version of that cake and stuff myself. =X Anyway, see the cherries and bits of chocolate on the top of the cake? Well, Kar May started plucking those things off and feeding people with ‘em.

Cherrie got the cherry, of course.

Apple got the chocolate.

This picture cracks me up everytime I look at it.

Jon also wanted the chocolate.

I’m different, I wanted the cream! Hohoho

Of course Sam wanted the cherry…

Yeer why everyone wants the chocolate.

Ooo finally, a cherry!

See what I mean!

Eh. Law ran away so quickly. -____-

 

Finally,  everyone was fed by t3h birthday girl, and now she proceeds to cut the cake. It took the mamak man ages to get serviettes for us, so Mx went to take it. The cake was delicious~~blackforest. Mmm, I love cake. (yes I know it’s not my birthday.)

Yee Ying and Apple.

Cherrie and I. Lookie my hair is long already. I am now sporting t3h emo look, with my fringe covering one eye. Sigh, it’s so irritating. I want  get a haircut, but yet I wanna wait for it to grow a bit longer so that I have more styles to choose from. And yes I am wearing the Hang Jebat tshirt.

Once again, happy birthday May May! I look forward to the day you model the bikini I bought you. =X

 

Say Tar’s 21st

It was my housemate Say Tar’s 21st birthday yesterday. I don’t know him that well, ’cause he only moved in in May. But he’s a pretty nice and funny guy. He shares the same room with Averse; they’re hometown friends. Anyway, Averse arranged a surprise party for him, and invited some of Say Tar’s coursemates and friends. His girlfriend came down from KL too, so sweet. ^^

Say Tar being very happy. He even teared up at one point. Wow. I wonder if I’ll cry if I was in his shoes. =/

Us housemates thought that we were just gonna scare him by pretending we were gonna smash his face into the cake. But then, his coursemate really smashed his face into the cake, hard. Sigh. The cake was so wasted. :( Look at all the chocolate…don’t want the cake give me-lah. I’d gladly finish it for you. :(

After his face got smashed, he took a fistful of cake and smeared it at the person who smashed his face in. It started a chain reaction and…well, a lot of other people had cake on their faces. Which made our common area very dirty. Even the wall wasn’t spared. I didn’t get any on my face (thank gawd) ’cause I hid in Kar May’s room.

After cleaning up, we gave him his birthday present. A guitar. A quarter of it was sponsored by his mum, and Averse had a good time explaining to him details of his present, ’cause it was making Say Tar cry. Yeah, like seriously, sobs and all. He even called his mum to thank her.

Obligatory picture taking after that.

With his girlfriend, Zhe Hui. If I spelled that correctly…

With his coursemates. Did everyone agree to wear pink or something?

With his roommate, Averse.

With hometown friends.

With housemates.

With fan girl. Don’t ask. Even I don’t know the story.

Obligatory Ghany session after that, but I didn’t follow ’cause I didn’t feel like it.

There’s a drinking party next Friday…but I won’t be going, as Kar May isn’t going and Apple doesn’t feel like going. I’ll be going back to KL anyway, celebrate Grace and Shereen’s birthday! Pei Yi make yourself available okay. 26th July is the date.

These eyes have clarity

Among all of the five senses of the human body, I think the one I treasure most is sight. The ability to see; everyone dismisses its importance, its value, but when robbed of it, you can’t help but feel so helpless.

I was 11 years old when I discovered I needed spectacles. We had the annual eye tests in school, and I found out that I couldn’t see the chart as clearly as the others. It was blurry, and the first emotion that ran through me was fear. Fear because of a few things; I can’t see clearly, which means I needed spectacles, which leads to telling my mum I can’t see clearly, which then leads her to nagging me for reading in dim lighting too much and wasting her money.

I put that matter aside, anyway. I thought that as long as I could still see the blackboard, I didn’t need them. When I was 12, I sat nearer to the front in class. At times when the teacher would switch our places, I’d have to see from my friend’s exercise books to copy down what was written on the blackboard.

When I was in secondary school, I mustered the courage to tell my mother that I needed spectacles. As predicted, I got a helluva nagging from her. My spectacles’ power was around 100 or so. I kind of liked my spectacles, but I don’t wear them all the time.

At one point I started wearing them more often in school, and my classmate said that the guy I was crushing on doesn’t like girls who wear spectacles. I admit, I was vain even back then (not like vanity did much to my looks). So I stopped wearing my spectacles often, and limited them to only during classes, when I needed them most.

When I was 15, a lot of people told me my spectacles looked childish. Also, they were becoming not as clear as they used to be. Plus, the paint was chipping. So my excuse to my mum was that my power increased. Needless to say, she wasn’t happy. My second pair of spectacles’ power was 200 in each eye.

Even with my new spectacles, I didn’t wear them all the time. Some people said my face was too plain; I’d look better with the spectacles decorating my face (what bullshit). But I didn’t think I looked any better with my spectacles, so I didn’t wear them all the time.

After high school came university. By then, everyone who knew me knew my trademark quote, “I can’t see, I’m not wearing my specs.”

It became a pain, not being able to see people from afar, leading them to think I’m plain stuck up just because I didn’t wave at them from far. I know, because one of my new classmates this year said that to me.

“People who don’t know you think that you’re lanci, but actually you just can’t see them. Haha.”

Was it a classmate or a friend? I forgot.

I’ve been telling my friends since last year that once I moved to Kampar, I’d get myself contact lenses. Why only when I move to Kampar? Simple. My parents don’t allow me to wear contact lenses, so the only way would be to get it without them knowing.

I delayed it all, till last month, I finally got the initiative to get my contact lenses. No, Sam, it’s not because you said I looked weird wearing specs when I have eyeliner on. -_-

I feel like a new person when I wear my contact lenses! Hello, clear vision! It amazes me so much now that I can see everything so clearly, I can see things in the distance, and everything is just so sparkly and pristine now that I have clear vision.

It’s like taking pictures from a camera phone and a DSLR. The details in the DSLR are awesome!!

Every night when I go out I feel so happy that I can see the world in shiny lights. I used to see them as blurry, foggy, dim lights.

Now they’re all so sparkly. <3 Especially after the rain.

I love my contact lenses. Next to try: colour contacts!

Cause I’m bored

This is gonna be an extremely gay post; you have been warned.

I went out with my boyfriend yesterday after he picked me up from the LRT station. <3 He looked so yummeh in his long sleeved rolled up tee and three quarter pants!

Thanks for lunch and the Mc Flurry dear. I know it must’ve pained you to let me eat the Mc Flurry even though I’m having a cough. =X

I wish I could hang out with you longer and more often. Sigh. Hope you are having fun with the two gays plus Thompson now!

Mwah! xD

Good day ahead

It’s only 10.34 in the morning, but I have a feeling I’m gonna have a good day ahead. ^^ A bit too early to judge, I know, but I guess once you’ve woken up on the right side on the bed, nothing can ruin your mood.

*big shiny smile*

Okay, so maybe an 8am class isn’t something that would put a smile on your face; but I didn’t skip my class. I woke up, gave myself an extra 5 minutes to snooze, and forced myself to shower. Once inside the shower, my entire system is awake. ^^

If that wasn’t good enough, I still had time to boil water to make coffee and breakfast for myself. I’m not usually a coffee person, but since I’m still having a cough I can’t drink Milo - sigh. Nevertheless! Coffee is good enough, plus two pieces of peanut butter sandwiches. Shush, I know I’m not supposed to eat peanut butter too.

A full Ponnie in the morning is a happy Ponnie. *nods* Such a simple concoction that I have never realized. Or maybe I have, just that it’s not so significant at times.

Add breakfast plus no need to take the bus - absolute bliss! Brian’s class is at 8am today too so hohohoho don’t need to take the bus.

And I wore my scarf to school today. I feel so stylish. Ahem.

Am back home now and just finished my laundry, class at 3pm later. My classes end at 7pm today, hopefully I’ll still be in a good mood by the time this day is over.

Here’s to a good day ahead. :)

Dull like the rain

Mundane Monday. I took the liberty to dress up a little more today, for no reason. Just wanted to look nice, I guess. My orange short skirt, white halter under a white long sleeved top Davin got me, and orange sneakers. I got a few compliments today, but somehow didn’t feel comfortable ’cause I kept on having this paranoia that somehow, some lecturer might stop me for dressing “indecently”.

I feel kinda guilty I did not remind Mx about our Mass Media & Society mid terms today. I thought he’d knew, seeing as he was steady enough to go for CS and Dota-ed till 3am. Turns out he didn’t have a clue. But he’s Mx, he’ll score higher than me. I think I’ve lost around 20 marks ’cause I totally misunderstood the question.

The rest of the day pretty much passed moodlessly. I was extra quiet, for reasons I cannot even fathom. Hands were still shaking from the bike ride yesterday. Yes I am weak, thank you for noticing.

Received a great phone call from Luzzio, though it did nothing to lift my spirits. Don’t get me wrong, thank you so much for the opportunity you gave me.

Went out for dinner. It started raining cats and dogs before we got home. I remembered my laptop is still on, and my room windows aren’t closed. Bed is a little wet when I got home. Laptop in safe condition.

Kind of annoyed at my parents for telling me to apply for PTPTN loan at the very last minute. Didn’t my dad tell me not to apply earlier? Mum said we’d discuss it when I get home this weekend. Screw it; I hope I don’t need to apply. I’d die going through all the procedures.

Have nothing to do now, wanted to attempt lit review for English assignment. Understand nuts. Will attempt again when mood is better.

12.32am. Feel like getting outta the house, but still not in the mood to talk. Need someone to make me laugh so that I can at least loosen up a little.

Nothing else to do. Sleep? Slept for two hours earlier.

Suspects doctor gave me a spirit-eliminating medicine. Feels absolutely lifeless. Moodless.

Sleep it is, then.

Troublesome

There is something that troubles me. So far, I’ve heard rumours circulating around that the Westlake administration might increase their rental by RM50, starting from next year. I’ve heard this rumour a few weeks back, and I told my parents about it. My father said there wasn’t a problem to it.

But now, I’ve heard an even more absurd rumour, that they might increase their rental by RM80. What. The Fuck? If they do, that means the rental for my room will be RM310. That price is simply ridiculous for a small room like mine.

Rental problems aside, I do like living in Westlake. It’s kind of convenient, and frankly, I don’t wanna shift houses again. I’d have to pack my stuff, and what’s more, it isn’t guaranteed that if I move, my new room will have furniture. It probably won’t have laundry services either, nor someone to clean the common area or the toilet.

Furthermore, with every semester thousands of students are flocking to UTAR to study. Rooms to rent are not abundant. If I want to stay in the same house as my friends, I’d have to rush. And there’s no guarantee that someone might beat me to the room I want.

Aargh, all these things are so troublesome. Why the fuck does Westlake have to increase their rental anyway? If you’re gonna use the same, bland excuse of, “Oh, petrol price increase already, the price of everything is increasing!” please, stop. Stop blaming the petrol price for everything. I’m sick of going everywhere to find that their price has increased, and people will start saying petrol price increase, everything increase, so expensive, I have to raise price also, otherwise I’ll be on the losing end, yadaa yadaa yadaa.

Let’s just pray that they’re all just rumours and Westlake isn’t really gonna increase their rental, although I have a feeling the allegations might be true. Guess it’s time to start packing?

An Observation

During the admin briefing I attended on Wednesday for committee members of societies, there was something I noticed about the newly appointed Student Representative Committee (SRC) people. Before this whole admin briefing affair started, everyone was mingling around like normal people. Then the head of Department of Student Affairs (DSA) came in and said her congratulations to the new SRC. I remember her saying this a few times, but to no response. Well, not that I heard any, anyway.

Moving on, my personal observation of the SRC people. Read: personal observation. Meaning, my own perception. So whatever I say is not to offend anyone.

I noticed that those newly appointed SRCers…when they walk, they walk with a new air of importance. They walk with their chins a few milimetres higher, their smiles a little more prouder. When they sit, they sit a little more straighter, and more professional. They pay extra attention to the speaker (head of DSA), and they talk lesser, as opposed to us common committee members, who slouch in their seats, listening to their cracked MP3 players while chatting idly about how boring this whole soirée is.

My MP3 player is the cracked one btw. My fat ass must’ve sat on my bag and cracked the screen…sobs. Thank gawd it still can be used. Yay durable China brands! …not.

Not to say the SRCers are arrogant. No, they’re definitely not, especially Jonz and Amelia. It’s just an observation.

Insulted

It was a reponse to a statement I made earlier today. That reponse, it insulted me greatly at that time. Luckily, the events of the day continued on so that my mind did not dwell on the matter a second longer.

But then, as I lay in bed just now, the events of today were replayed in my head. It halted to a stop at that particular reponse. The memory of me feeling insulted came back to me again. Why the scornful laughter? Why the look of superiority against me?

Is it wrong for someone to want to try something new, something they have never attempted before? Call me sensitive, but at least I could’ve been given a gentler letdown. I’ll have to admit, it may be something that I’m not relatively good at, nor something I have attempted before. But I’ve been opened to a world where there are people who have a passion for these. I feel their passion, and I want to experience the same passion as they do.

Someone close to me told me that those who have been through it before won’t look down on those who are just starting on it, because they know how hard it’s been, and they have been through exactly the same as these beginners.

The more I dwell on this matter, the more I feel infuriated that I’m so lowly thought of. The more I want to prove to those who scorned me, that I can do it too. I am capable of doing it. But my chance has not arrived yet. Not now, but my chance will come, when my time is more free and not burdened with academics.

Now that I have released some steam, perhaps I would be able to sleep peacefully.

Long long day.

Sigh. Where do I even begin to start about today? I waited for the bloody bus at 9.11am, and waited. And waited under the hot sun. And waited in heels. And waited in a skirt.

Finally at 9.45am I walked over to the security guard house. A few minutes later, I saw that Bus 10 was coming. Oh joy. Then SUDDENLY, the fucking bus just drives past Westlake?! WTF?! I waited. And waited. I thought that maybe that bus went to New Town to fetch the students staying there, but when the bus came back later at 10am, there was absolutely NOBODY inside.

What. The. Fuck?!?!?!!

Clearly SOMEBODY went to take his bloody breakfast while the rest of us students waited in the blistering sun?!

Normally if I would just brush it off and skip class for the day. But today, I couldn’t. The heels and skirt weren’t for nothing. I had a bloody presentation at 10am!! And the bloody bus was late!! And I didn’t eat my bloody breakfast ’cause normally I would be half an hour early for class which enables me to eat breakfast in the canteen!!

Bloody fucktard bus driver BAHH @#$%^&*!!!!

I was fantasizing for a nap during my English lecture (which was extremely boring beyond words can explain) when I suddenly remembered there’s an admin briefing for committee members of societies at 5pm. Sigh. Then, there’s a club meeting at 3pm. Club meeting was fun. Admin briefing was…even worse than my English lecture. So boring! And it lasted till like, 7.30pm oh my gawd. And as if that’s not bad enough, those from the sports activities related clubs had to stay back for ANOTHER briefing. Thank gawd I wasn’t involved, but Brian was, so I had to stay back ’cause I’m following his car. Another 40 minutes, which was 8.10pm when it’s over.

By the time it’s over, I’m so fucking tired I’m not even hungry for dinner anymore, so I didn’t follow them out for dinner. So now it’s just me, my laptop, my bed, and whee…my assignment. -_-

A nap sounds so tempting now.