Shit you SU -_- May 22, 2009
What cibainess is this? Now that Subang Utama has a fucking huge surau, they have bigger heads and a bigger ego, not to mention another expansion in their long list of crappy security guards.
Today I wanted to collect my 1119 certificate (did you know there’s an additional certificate for that if you got A for your English paper?) if it ever arrives.
I wore normal shorts and a tshirt. Staple clothing in this scorching weather. Fucking security guard stopped me and said I cannot wear shorts.
WHAT FUCKNESS IS THIS. UTAR GUARDS STOP ME FOR WHAT I WEAR SU GUARDS ALSO STOP ME FOR WHAT I WEAR.
Apparently “students” are not allowed to wear short pants and enter the fucking office.
Fuck you lah I’m no longer a student there, why must I abide your fucking rules? If you’re so fucking strict about clothes why don’t you catch all the girls who shorten their pinafore, girls who purposely wear black bra with no camisole underneath their baju kurungs, girls who wear freakin short shorts during volleyball practice, girls who wear extra big tshirts during basketball practice so that can see inside.
Fucking guard can’t even talk and look properly. Cibais.
In the end my mother had to go in and guess what? The certificate isn’t here yet. Great. Fucking great.
On a happier note, I got a Blook yellow (!!) skinny jeans for only RM13.80 today. Yeah you saw right. Last pair there and just perfect for my size.
9am madness April 29, 2009
This morning I was awakened at the ungodly hour of 9am by crazy loud hammerings in the next house. I know 9am isn’t that early, but if you slept at 6am it is. I tried to cover my ears but the hammerings were really, really loud. I hammered my own fist against the wall but it didn’t do any good. So I went outside my room and discovered that the entire house could hear that insanely loud hammering.
I was really annoyed that it woke me up, so I got my keys and went next door. There was nobody downstairs, and since the door was slightly ajar, I went upstairs. This plump girl came out and I asked her in English what was the noise. She answered in Mandarin and I was like, “What??” in English. She continued talking in Mandarin.
Nothing annoys me more than someone who continues to talk in a language that I clearly don’t understand when I already spoke to them in a different language. Like, hello, if I could talk in Mandarin I would have already done so??
So anyway, when it finally got to her that I couldn’t understand Mandarin, she then had difficulty explaining in English that the management was fixing a leaky pipe. Well, at least, that’s what I think she said in Mandarin. She couldn’t even said “leak” in English. I take off my hat to her if she ever manages to get through university with a 2.0 cgpa.
Anyway, I went back and tried to sleep, but couldn’t. Thanks to the hammering, I was awake, and hungry. Luckily the hammerings were only done periodically, and I fell asleep out of exhaustion with the pillow wrapped around my head. Haha.
I want to go to the pasar malam now to buy the Malay nasi goreng and the fried chicken! But nobody wants to go with me…haih. Oh, and it finally rained today. Joy of joys for that.
I’ll be going to Malacca after my finals. :D A very thorough plan needs to be done…but in the meantime, any Malacca locals willing to take us around?
A Series of Unfortunate Events March 17, 2009
Edit (again): I’ve seen mould on bread, but today marks the first time I’ve seen green mould covering the entire bun. -_-
Edit: I failed my Journalism 2 midterm.
It’s been so long since I’ve written a proper post, it almost feels like I don’t know how to write anymore. I update the other blog everyday, but the uniformity of it all is so mundane that it doesn’t even feel like I’m writing. I won’t complain though, cause that little hobby of mine is doing me some good. In financial terms, of course.
Speaking of financials, I curse this university and its procrastination. It took them over three months to get a measly offer letter reproduced, and now, just over a week before we’re supposed to submit in our PTPTN, they tell us that we need our parents to sign another form if they’re not working. What. The. Fuck. I’ve been home three times this month, in three consecutive weekends. I’ve gotten my papers signed, and now when I don’t need to go back, they come and say that we have an extra paper to sign?? Not to mention that I haven’t even gotten the guarantor’s witness to sign. Pesky thing, this PTPTN is. If I didn’t need the money, I wouldn’t even lay a finger on it. Grr.
Also, I got rejected by Blu Inc. No more interning there. Bah. I can’t say I didn’t see it coming; in fact, I’ve almost prepped myself for this. There’s no reply from them and I’ve enquired since before Chinese New Year. So now I’m bound for ACP, which distributes magazines like Cleo and Women’s Weekly. Not too bad, I guess. Just that it’s a little far, in Uptown Damansara I think. But I passed by the place a few days ago, and I can say that the choices of f&b there will definitely be more than Blu Inc’s place. Just that it’s far. Anybody wanna volunteer to have lunch with me during the three months that I (might) be interning there?
Oh God, if I don’t get in there I don’t know where else to go. Another of my concerns is a little superficial. The dress code. I hope I won’t need to wear formal 24/7. I’d die from the lack of colours.
I was just unknowingly reminded that finals are in 6 weeks. That’s less than two months. After yesterday’s killer mid term (which I heard, even the 4.0 PR student couldn’t answer), it’s safe to say I am freaking scared now. Especially for my Communications Theory. She said today, that she would give us a sample article from a journal and ask us to explain and write it out in a certain theory’s context. Like say, write the Global Meets Local at the Mall in the hegemony context. Oh my God, I don’t even remember what’s hegemony anymore. I remember learning it last semester, but I honestly couldn’t understand it then.
Not to mention assignments. Assignments will one day kill me from all the high blood pressure I’m experiencing.
Somehow, the idea of interning now seems really good.
Thanks to somebody, I feel like eating lamb steak now. -_-
Oh yeah, I haven’t finished with my series of unfortunate events. I wanted to go home after consultation with the Copywriting tutor, and I thought it was still early cause my watch showed 3.40pm. Bus is at 3.55pm. I needed to go home cause my phone is out of battery and I need to pick up something from the office as well as take the tickets from Tiffany (and there is another funnier story to that. Will elaborate later). So anyway, I walk to the bus stop and wait for the bus. After a few minutes, I glance at my watch. It still says 3.40pm. Then I realized my watch stopped. Luckily my phone managed to show me the time before dying on me. The actual time? 4.16pm. No wonder Mx was all surprised that I’m going back.
So here I am, stuck at the computer lab with surprisingly no aircond and unsurprisingly, slow connection.
Now for the funny story. Tiffany accidentally took back the extra stack of tickets for the play, so I called her to ask if she really did took the tickets. I called, and Tiffany sounded so confused as to what tickets I was talking about, and what play. She kept quiet awhile, and I thought she was looking for the tickets, so I didn’t say anything. Then she hung up. I was like, wtf??
Then I realized the Tiffany I called was my cousin, not Tiffany Oon. -_- Aarghhhhh.
If only 1000 words reports were this easy to write. Speaking of which, that troublesome Journalism assignment is coming up. -_- Interview experts my foot. Where am I going to find experts in this stupid small town?
Sometimes… March 4, 2009
…I really hate Kampar and the idiotic people it houses.
And it’s times like these that I want to go back home, my real home, in Kota Kemuning, away from all these idiotic and uncivilised people, and back to where sane insane people are.
I miss my high school friends. :( And Elaine will be gone next month! Oh noes. I never thought I’d see the day of a close friend flying away from the coop to further her studies.
But at least she’ll be in Japan, where it’ll be nicer than Kampar. :) At least she’s spared from the idiocracy that I’m experiencing now.
As for now, my blood is still boiling!!
internships, assignments, and more January 20, 2009
oh my, it’s certainly been two hectic weeks for me. a direct plunge into assignments and clubs. next semester we’ll be having our internships, and we already need to fret over it now.
last thursday we had a briefing for our internship semester. let me regale to you a story about a girl who has no backbone. not literally. okay so this year we had a few KTAR students come into our class, and during a tutorial class last thursday a few of us classmates and two of the KTAR girls were talking about internships. then one of them asked me where i planned to apply. i said i wanted to apply to Blu Inc. she then proceeded to ask me what company is that. i told her it’s the publishing company that publishes Seventeen magazine, Cleo, Men’s Health, etc. she was like, oh okay.
we have to fill up this student particulars form to decide where we want to be placed, and on monday, guess what i saw? the KTAR girl, under the remarks section, wrote there that she wanted to be placed in Blu Inc. the little bitch! it’s so blatantly obvious that she only decided to go there because i talked about it. i mean like wtf, she didn’t even know about the company. my hackles rose when i saw it, and i swore i would be highly pissed if she got in to Blu Inc and i didn’t. obviously i have stopped being nice to her.
but anyway, i have no reason to be mad at her now. at least, for now. it’s not confirmed yet, but last week i sent in an email to Blu Inc enquiring about their internship programmes, and they replied me today! too bad there’s no allowance though. maybe i should enquire other places as well, and see if they offer allowances. hehe. anyway, if all goes well, i will be the new intern for Seventeen!
oh btw i’m having constipation. not enough of veggie these two weeks. teehee.
i’ll end this entry with a picture of myself.
Hahaha narcissism at its best. Go see Apple’s blog for her version of this picture.
i’m on a pissy roll December 8, 2008
My father just came back with a new cellphone. Apparently it costs less than RM200. I got even more pissed, because back when my cellphone’s joystick and keypads were acting up, he merely asked me to send it for repair. Now that his screen went blank, he straightaway went and bought a new cellphone.
I just got the stupidest, time-wasting email ever. Perhaps if I were in a better mood I’d have appreciated it, but since I’m not, I’m going to post up its contents and comment over it in blue.
1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.
Where do you want me to walk? In the park? I’m sorry, but I only do my walking in the shopping malls, and society deems you mentally unsound if you walk around with a smile on your face. Yes, life is that morbid.
2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.
10 sentences barely come out of my mouth everyday. And yes, I do prefer to sit in silence, mainly because I have nobody to talk to.
3. Sleep for 7 hours.
If you want to have a fulfilling sleep, sleep for 12 hours. If you want to wake up more alert and hyper the next day, two hours is sufficient.
4. Live with the 3 E’s — Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.
I live on Ecstacy, Estrogen, and Excitement.
5. Play more games.
Yes, of course, I should play more games and let my parents accuse me of spending too much time playing games. I guess this is why the government wants cyber cafes to only operate till midnight??
6. Read more books than you did in 2007.
You don’t need to tell me that. I read way more books than you (sender of email) do in 2007 and 2008 combined.
7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.
As if food isn’t enough to provide us with fuel.
8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.
What, and bore myself to death with the oldies and rip my hair out screaming with the kiddies?? I spent 10 minutes in the tuition centre my mother works at for children of nursery and primary schools, and I couldn’t wait to get menopause. My kid better be quiet and good or else.
9. Dream more while you are awake.
Yayaya, and let the old folks nag you on “daydreaming too much” and going on about how “young people these days have it good. In my time we had to…*and the list goes on*”
10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.
Don’t give me this shit about how “vegetarian is the healthy way of living, go green!”. I eat a healthy portion of veg and meat everyday, whereas my ex-boyfriend was an annoying vegetarian wannabe, and yet he fell sick 10 times more often than I did. Healthy way of living my foot.
11. Drink plenty of water.
Why? So that we can go to the toilet 100 times more often and throw away the goodness in life like Coke, 100 plus and root beer??
12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
Whatever for. I can’t even make myself smile three times a day. Nobody takes the effort to pull me up from this pissy-induced mood of mine.
13. Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip.
What nonsense is this. Gossip makes your skin glow. Gossip Girl ftw! And if you agree with this sentence, don’t bother watching or reading GG. You’re not worth it.
14. Forget issues of the past. Don’t remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
Forget my foot. We need these “issues of the past” as ammo when we’re confronted and accused with monstrosities of the present.
15. Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.
I can control my negative thoughts. At least I’m doing constructive things with them, like venting on your stupid little email.
16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
Well excuse me, I liked algebra classes, although those are lessons I’ll probably never use in my lifetime, except probably to show off my intelligence and teach my future kid.
17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.
Eat breakfast like you eat air, eat lunch like a raging lion and eat dinner like a raging lioness. Have you never heard of anorexic kings and princes?? Or beggars who get tons of free food?? Get real, this is our lifestyle and as humans evolve, we will evolve to this new lifestyle.
18. Smile and laugh more.
Whatever for. It’s not worth it.
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don’t hate others.
Hating others give you something to do, like plot their gruesome death or something equally as destructive. It gives a nice change to our mundane uniformed lives.
20. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
Nobody in this generation is serious. Otherwise, why would the Education Minister stress on students having the “Tidak apa” attitude?
21. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Haven’t you heard? Winning is everything.
22. Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present.
I’ll make peace with my past, but my past damn well won’t make peace with me, ’cause it keeps on haunting my bloody present.
23. Don’t compare your life to others’. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don’t compare your partner with others.
Yes, I may not have any idea what their journeys are. If I don’t compare, I will never usurp them. If I remain happy as I am, I will never get far in life. Get real, it’s a fast world. You either stay put and stay down, or you get up and run faster than the others.
24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
If no one is in charge of my happiness but me, then who the hell came up with the concept that your loved ones make you happy?? So are you trying to tell me to like, make myself happy even though my boyfriend say like, slept with my best friend???
25. Forgive everyone for everything.
Yeah and if everyone was like that we wouldn’t have the need for lawyers, judges, police, and jail. Criminals would be able to walk free because hey, we should forgive everyone for everything! How idealistic is the person who wrote this email??
26. What other people think of you is none of your business.
Of course it’s my business. It’s me they’re thinking about.
27. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
Yeah, and it will inadvertently change for the better or worse. Like we don’t already know.
28. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
And if I have no friends, I’ll have to take care of myself. Conclusion: Don’t fall sick.
29. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.
I have useful, beautiful and joyful things. I throw away the useful things because they’re not joyful. I throw away the beautiful things because they’re not useful. I throw away the joyful things because they’re not useful. So in the end, I throw away everything. And I buy new things.
30. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
I have all my basic needs, but it’s my wants that make me envy others. Can’t I be envious? Is it a crime now??
31. The best is yet to come.
I wonder if it’ll ever come.
32. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
Yes, no matter how pissed I am, I still wanna dress up in a black turtleneck, comfy dark jeans, a pair of tan leather boots and dark brown nail polish.
33. Do the right thing!
How do you define what’s right? What’s right for your heart may not be right for your mind. And vice versa. When will we ever be sure of our decisions??
34. Call your family often.
For what. I see them 24/7. And even if I don’t, they already call me like 2348395873986209485 times a day.
35. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy.
How can you be sure of my inner most? Are you me?
36. Each day give something good to others.
And receive something bad in return and I’m supposed to forgive like in #25?? Piss off.
37. Don’t over do. Keep your limits.
The human body is meant to be pushed to the limits. Everytime we push, our limit is extended. If we don’t over do, we’ll never know our limits.
38. Please Forward this to everyone you care about.
And bore them to death? Puh-leeze, I’m not that unkind.
Sardines August 1, 2008
I finally found a complete understanding to the term “sardine-packed” today.
Oh before I start, a word to you Kampar-ians. Don’t ever take the Sri Maju bus back to KL! I sat on it for the first time today, and I already had a bad impression when I collected the tickets yesterday. For starters, the bus fare is RM15, an RM3.40 more than your usual Edaran’s RM11.60. Freakin’ expensive okay?! Such a bloody rip-off.
Then today, I was supposed to sit the 2pm bus back to KL.
Bloody bus came half an hour late. I know half an hour isn’t much, but then think about it. It takes roughly around two hours to get back to KL from Kampar. So I’d reach KL around 4-something pm. The latest I’d reach would be 4.30pm.
But since the bus arrived late, it also reaches late. By the time we reached KL, it was already 5-something pm, and guess what hour is that?
Peak hour, my darlings. Peak-fucking-hour, the roads are freakin’ congested, it took so long to reach Pudu when we were already in KL.
But then, that’s not the worst part. Worst part is, the bus doesn’t stop in front of Pasar Seni lrt station before making its last stop at Pudu Raya. Usually Edaran would stop in front of Pasar Seni. I dont’ know which freakin’ road this bus driver took, we went straight to Pudu Raya.
Yours truly is a public transport noob, so I don’t know how to get to Masjid Jamek lrt station from Pudu Raya. Well actually yes, I do know how to get there, but I’d have to freakin’ walk a long way to get there, holding my freakin’ luggage!!
Luckily Kar May’s boyfriend was there. Calvin dropped me off at Masjid Jamek. Good, I didn’t need to walk.
The worst is yet to come.
But not yet.
The queue for train tickets were freakin’ long. Peak hour, as I said, so the station was jam-packed with people. I lined up for the machine operated tickets, ’cause I had enough change. The people in front of me were gingerly putting in 10 cent coins inside the machine, and I could hear the clanging of the coins, and I was wondering who on earth feeds 10 FUCKING CENT COINS INSIDE THE MACHINE DURING PEAK HOURS WHEN THERE IS A HELL LOT OF PEOPLE WAITING.
When my turn came, I understood.
Fucking machine didn’t accept notes. FUCK!
So I had to join the extremely long queue for the counter which sells the ticket. There was a Malay lady in front of me. Middle aged, I presume. Wearing a head scarf. Then came two of her acquaintances, also wearing headscarves (one of them wearing the extremely long headscarf which you only see on ustazah’s) and guess what!
They fucking tried to cut my queue.
They were acting freakin’ selamba, talking to their friend, and conveniently trying to slip behind their friend, but I didn’t have any of it. I made sure I stood directly behind said middle aged Malay lady so that there wasn’t any possible gap, and I made sure the bag I was carrying bumped into them. They glared at me.
I gave them my death stare.
They went behind me.
No fucking way is anyone gonna cut my queue! I’ve waited, sweating, pissed, carrying luggage and a laptop, if they had the balls (figuratively speaking) to protest when I didn’t allow them to cut my queue, I’d fuck them off.
About the sardine packed thing earlier. Train was so freakin’ full. I was pushed inside the train, and squeezed in between armpits and boobies and I couldn’t move a single limb! Crazy packed, I tell you. I didn’t even need to hold anything for support ’cause I can’t even move, let alone fall.
Luckily I only needed to endure it for one station, ’cause by the time we reached Pasar Seni I could finally breathe.
Thanks to KL and PJ’s massive jam, I only reached home at 8pm.
Six hours to get home to KK, from Kampar.
Home sweet home.
