How could they do this to me?! February 23, 2009

This is so freakin’ unfair. Really, fucking, unfair. I went into my Multimedia lecture just now and was delivered a piece of bad news. Probably not so bad for the others, but really bad for me.

From next week onwards, our lectures will be on Tuesdays from 11.30am-1.30pm. Great, no more 6-8pm classes. Just great. Except that it clashes with my Journalism 2 tutorial at 11am-12.30pm!!

I had to attend the English student’s JR2 tutorial because my own class’s tutorial clashed with my French classes. Now I am left with…no slot at all. The only choice I have is going for my French class an hour late. But that only means I’ll be really behind.

Sigh. I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t have taken up French now. But I wanted to. I’m going to be so busy this semester.

Then again, maybe it’s not too bad that I have MMT lectures on Tuesday. If I continued going for the tutorials on Tuesday at 11-12.30, I might collaspe by the third week. Cause you see, my schedule on Wednesday would be like this:

8-9.30am – Comm Theories (L)

10-11.30am – Comm Theories (L)

11-12.30pm – Journalism 2 (T)

12.30-2pm – Copywriting (T)

5.30-7.30pm – Journalism 2 (L)

 

8am to 2pm nonstop. Wowness. But I just figured something. Since Mondays are so free now, perhaps we can push up the Journalism 2 tutorial to Monday! That would definitely be awesome. I just hope she’s willing to participate.

P.S. Just received news that majority of my classmates want to free up Monday anf Friday, so that we won’t have any classes on those days. Which only means the three days in between will be very, very long. I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all.

The pressure is finally catching up with me. Suddenly I want to leave. And disappear.

Je suis étudiante! February 19, 2009

Had my first French class yesterday. It was a mixture of humour, embarrassment, surprise, confusion, and boredom.

I forgot how embarrassing and funny it is to first learn a language. With everybody getting the pronounciations wrong, I think the lecturer was probably silently pulling out his French hair in exasperation.

Oh yeah, the lecturer is a native French guy, methinks. I think his name is Dr. Assia ( I didn’t catch it, as I was a little late to class).  He’s an okay kind of guy, just that it’s a little hard to understand him as his French accent was so thick, especially when he speaks in English. Overall, he’s not bad.

Learned quite a few things yesterday! Pronounciation was very difficult though…especially for numbers. And the “r”. I can’t roll my tongue on the “r”, so for words like ‘arbre’ (that’s ‘tree’ in French :D), ‘quatre’ (four), I don’t think I can pronounce it quite correctly.

Also, the confusing thing about French is that they have different spellings for masculine and feminine words, a little bit like Mandarin. Beau for masculine and belle for feminine. (Hahaha can you tell by now that I’m showing off xD)

The surprise was that Miss Chiok was also in the French class! :O So far I didn’t see many familiar faces, just one or two Biotech students and this guy who ran for the SRC. Forgot if he got in or not. Oh well.

Classes ended at 8.30pm yesterday, so I was really tired. I slept at 11pm, woohoo! All in all I got about 11 hours of sleep, so I am really energized now. Albeit a few aches here and there.

Classes at 1pm, hence I could sleep in. Hehe :D

Still the same February 17, 2009

That’s not my house she’s in. It’s my neighbour’s. She broke in, ergo the reversed cone.

I miss my Goldie.

I wish I could go back to see her. I know what her exact reactions will be. When she sees me, she’ll light up and that tail of hers will wag nonstop while her ears flatten in delight and she’ll immediately lie down to get a belly rub from me.

Sigh, how I miss her so. My mother told me she hasn’t been very well lately; her skin has sores from her scratching at it, hence the cone.

It made me feel a little bad; maybe if I was at home, I could’ve taken better care of her then she wouldn’t be having sores now. It hurts me inside to see her sore all over.

Yes I am emo-ing again. I finished my Illustrator in a hurry and was left with nothing to do. So I cleaned.

I swept my room. I washed the toilet bowl. I washed the sink. I washed the toothbrush holder. And I cleaned the bathroom floor.

And tonight I know I won’t be able to sleep again.

when the endorphins are on the low February 16, 2009

Feeling a little bit down now, coupled with some disappointment and homesickness.

I don’t know why I’m feeling down though. As for disappointment, I am well aware of why. The result of this disappointment is a pinch of loneliness. You probably don’t know what I’m talking about.

I usually play The Fray’s Look After You on repeat when I’m feeling down.

I won’t be looking forward to tomorrow. Or technically, today. Class from 8am till 7.30pm with no long break in between is no joke. I’ve geared up myself by preparing all my stuff so that I won’t need to rush in the morning. All that’s left is what to wear.

It’ll be a week since the security guard stopped me for dressing “indecently”. I’m half tempted to wear a short skirt tomorrow, just to see if the same security guard will purposely come inside the lecture hall and beckon for “ah moi itu” to come out again.

But nah. Why risk my disciplinary record over a rude and hostile security guard?

Tomorrow is going to be boring and lonely. Already charged the China mp3 player’s battery, and even put an issue of Marie Claire inside my bag to read (probably) during Comm Theory. Because seriously, it is that boring. No offense, Ms Tan.

Sometimes I wonder how I’m going to score that paper. If all questions are asked based on articles like the one she gave us last week before tutorials, I guess I could get slightly above average. Those articles were pretty simple. But the propaganda one? A killer.

I’m feeling a little homesick. It’s my mother’s birthday tomorrow (or today. Whatever). A bit rare for me to say, but I kind of miss her and my dad. I know I complain so much about her incessant nagging while I’m at KL, but talking to my parents on the phone every night is quite a treat, providing I’m not busy at the moment.

I thought there was going to be a public holiday next Monday, so I contemplated going back this weekend even though I have a dentist appointment next Sunday. I called the dentist’s to ask if they have a free schedule this weekend, and they said no, but I could come in and wait in line. Then I found out that there wasn’t a public holiday on Monday. I hope they didn’t cancel my next Sunday’s appointment. My phone credit ran out before I could confirm anything. I guess I’ll have to call back tomorrow.

Tomorrow is also the start of the certification of documents for PTPTN. I predict there’ll be a lot of people, which means more waiting. I don’t like waiting. I tend to be a little impatient. Furthermore, Malaysian’s aren’t the type to queue up in order, which I find quite annoying. I wish more people would think of being a little more civilised and queueing up properly, but I find that quite a lot of young, educated Malaysians still have the belief of pushing their way, being first, and not queueing up. Tell me, if there are still people thinking this way (especially young educated Malaysians), how will we ever have a civilised society like our neighbour, Singapore?

The same goes with public transportation. It’s like a dog eat dog world, in the uncivilised way. Sigh, I don’t want to elaborate. I am ranting, and this is not helping in making me feel better. I am still, emo.

I shall go to sleep. The 8am class awaits me. *whoops for joy unenergetically*

He is lethal in bed February 15, 2009

I am pretty awake now, despite it being 1am. The same can’t be said for the previous night. Anyway, here I am, about to tell you a story relevant to the title.

This is a child-friendly post. Seriously.

Anyway, last night the boyfriend slept over despite initial decisions of not doing so. Main reason being that he fixed *somebody’s* laptop till he got tired and was lazy to go home.

So we slept. I think somewhere, very early in the morning, I felt something jabbing at my ribs. I thought Davin was trying to wake me up, but it was a really rough type of jab. When I opened my eyes I saw that he was forcefully using his elbows to like, beat up someone? I was like,

“Fuck! Wake up! Stop!! Damn pain!!”

At the same time I was pushing and trying to make him get up and shielding myself from the forceful jabs.

Later in the morning I found out he was dreaming that some guy screwed his computer therefore he was beating the guy up. -_- You’d think that he’d make up some romantic excuse like some guy was bullying me and he’s beating up the guy…meh. Sometimes I think that I’m the second wife and his computer is the first wife. *shifty eyes*

Anyhoo, classes at 10am tomorrow! I ain’t sleepy now, but I guess I better get some shut eye soon.

Oh yeah, my Valentine’s was great. I love the shoes! Yay now I can haz one extra shoes to wear.

P.S. I’m thinking of selling off my gladiators, seeing as I hardly wear them. Four inches are a killer. Should I?

My printer is evil February 11, 2009

I finally finished my assignment at 11pm just now. I was so happy, so relieved. I turned on my printer to print out my assignment.

Except that it couldn’t turn on.

This is such bad freaking luck!! What are the chances of this happening?? My printer was still fine when I printed out my timetable yesterday!!

There are three other printers in the house, but if I didn’t need to print something that had colour I wouldn’t have been so stressed. Apple and Kar May’s printer only has black and white. Jeremy’s colour printer had no ink.

Seriously, what are the chances??

I am so unlucky.

Not.

Thank goodness for Amelia’s colour printer! Thank you thank you thank you so much for letting me use your printer.

Not forgetting Apple too, for helping me print out the rest of my assignments. Thank you thank you thank you so so much!!

I’ve also officially found out that I can’t take tea before I sleep. This never used to happen before, it’s so weird. I couldn’t sleep at all last night, until like, 4am. Therefore I am very tired now and I need sleep. Didn’t help that my class was from 10am-6.30pm eliminating afternoon naps. I can also sleep well tonight because all my assignments are done. Well, the ones due this week anyway.

I also need to sweep my room’s floor very badly. And organize my notes. I see the hair on my floor and I seriously want to clean my room but I was busy. Now I am free!

After my sleep. G’nite.

P.S. Stop treating my blog like some fucking directory for renting rooms in Kampar! That post was for reference purposes, not for you future juniors to post comments on wanting to rent a room. -_- If you want a room, go email Danish House or something. Use Google. Kthxbye

What we aim to do February 10, 2009

I feel very happy like, now. No, ever since after dinner. I’ve been talking in different accents, mainly the bimbotic American accent. The only accent I need to improve is the thick Indian accent. Haha. It must’ve been my classmates’ hyperness that rubbed off on me. Or perhaps it was when Mx lip synced to Whitney Houston in Lillian’s car.

But anyway, I have no particular reason to be so hyper today, other than the fact that I’ve really started appreciating my relationship with Davin.

Okay, let’s start. Reason number one why I have no reason to be hyper today is because of the 8am class. Apple and I thought we missed the bus because Bus #1 drove off as we were walking to the bus stop. It must’ve been a hilarious sight watching the both of us running and flailing our hands after the bus. Unfortunately, it’s not so funny when you have to run in heels, albeit 2 inch ones. Luckily the bus we were supposed to catch was Bus #5, teehee. My bad.

Anyway, we were early to class. I settled in the classroom for like, 10 minutes?? Then a security guard stood outside the lecture hall and beckoned for me to go out.

I was like, WTF? I didn’t know whether he was gesturing to me, or to Mx, or Ming-Y, or whoever. Anyway Mx went out. And the guard said, “Panggil itu ah moi keluar.”

Helloooo is every Chinese girl called ah moi? Can you not specify the colour of the clothes we’re wearing?

Anyway, it was me. Apparently he wanted me to write down my name and student ID because I was wearing something revealing. -_-

I was wearing a spaghetti strapped top. Yes, I know that is not the proper dress code, but for fuck’s sake I was wearing a sleeveless cardigan over it!! So I am indirectly not wearing just a spaghetti strapped top anymore!!

I wouldn’t have minded so much if the guard was a little bit nicer, but he was so freakin’ rude! Not the vulgar rude, but hostile, abrupt kind of rude. Geez. Next time I might as well just go for classes nude and see what they say. They didn’t specify that we can’t wear nothing in the dress code. Hah.

That’s not happening by the way.

Also, three hours straight of Comm Theory is excruciating, even though Ms Tan was quite the joker today. But still, it’s Comm Theory, at 8 in the morning, and three. Hours. Straight.

Halfway through class we received a memo saying that we had a replacement lecture for Multimedia Tools. Wtf. Because of that my Copywriting tutorial was pushed back by 1.5 hours. Wtf. But I don’t know why my Journalism lecture was also pushed back by half an hour making my last class end at 8pm. Wtf. Basically today, our class was from 8am-8pm. 12 freakin’ hours of uni. There went my 3.5 hours break and fantasy of sleeping.

I think the lack of sleep has put me into intense hyper mode. I need to sleep now. Like, now.

Oh btw, hi Miss Fraulina. I know you’re reading this! Mx and Apple told me you stalk my blog. Hahaha. Don’t let my other lecturers read also ok. Sshhh.

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One girl’s bling is another girl’s trash February 8, 2009

Amazing how different some of our tastes can be, isn’t it?

I once borrowed a friend’s book under her recommendation that it’s her favourite book. As an avid reader, of course I couldn’t pass up that chance.

I found that book so boring. It took too much effort to turn the pages, and every time I put it down I dreaded taking it up again.

In the end, I returned the book to her. Without finishing it.

Thank goodness Shereen’s taste and mine in books are practically the same. :D