Daily Crazies

HAHA. 


I have this friend called Joey and she never fails to surprise her friends time after time with unintentional random klutziness. 


Today she had to print her results from the Scan Ready function and voila, she walked into the computer room like this with an incredibly sheepish smile: 

LOL. 

I stared at her as she walked into the room holding those pieces of paper, the biggest i've ever come that close to. And i asked, "did you take the wrong assignment?" (later on she would tell me how incredulous i looked with my mouth wide open when i laid my eyes on those huge papers as she walked in). And she told me "no... this is the right one..." and smiled a bit bashfully. I swear, she didn't know if she should feel amazed, embarrassed, or proud of herself.

She did not check the status of the printer before she printed, coz we usually assume that paper comes in A4 size. Oh my gosh. "No wonder my printing quota went from Rm20 to rM6" was all the blustering lady could say. I started laughing and laughing and laughing and the girl next to me was staring at the Joey's LK size paper and smiling, amused. People were actually looking at the papers and laughing. Then i told the girl Joey's results were supposed to be in A4 that's what's so funny though i'm pretty sure there was no need for that. Some people were staring and turned away, trying to hide their smiles.

We decided to cut out the results, which was smack center of the huge paper. At one point, Joey asked aloud to the computer lab "DOES ANYONE HAVE SCISSORS?" and i started laughing again coz that would attract more attention to out XXL sheets. 

Look at how happy she is of herself. Not everyone can pull this off like she can. And not everyone manages to get into this kind of misfortune most of the time. 

Just a bit of size comparison here with it's owner. ;)

Mr Zul: "this is the biggest wonder of my life..."

When we got to program office, people were stopping and staring at us for all the wrong reasons. Someone even came up and asked us "what is this?" and they never looked as happy as they did. Mr Shahid said "wooaaw..www" and told Joey "next time hand in your assignment like this to get full marks". Noted! :) he told her to frame it up and display it as "the craziest thing i have ever done in my life". 

Ta-daa! 

Classroom remedies. Elaine, Joey & me

Cut Throat

Here’s the lowdown. I have approximately 19 days left till the end of the semester. As I type, there are SIX assignments due, and FOUR Principles of Broadcasting quizzes awaiting me. I am faced with: Time slipping through my fingers like sand every second and I am beside myself with excitement. As Arlena "helpfully" provided with calculations “You have an average of 3 days per assignment” and that is only assignments alone. I literally felt cold sweat when she provided me with that useful Reality Bite.

And why, may I ask, is everyone sitting back as if there are no thousands and thousand of words worth of essays due in less than 3 weeks time? Did I just miss the bus or did I not get the joke?

Seriously speaking, three days is not enough for a 2000 word essay. That bothers me you know? I went on silent mode frenzy last night checking every assignment’s due dates, and made myself study for my lecture 7 and 8 quizzes before I allowed myself to sleep. 

I apprehended myself while revising for the quiz, and I thought of all the money wasted on all those lectures and tutorials where I was either dozing or chatting and daydreaming, and all that time. I especially felt sorry for the lecturers and for one crazy second, contemplated giving each of them gifts before school’s out, as if that would make up for my sluggish behavior.

I know, I’m weird.

I spent the whole weekend trying to do that, and that alone, but it was still overdue. How productive. On the other hand, I managed to watch 3 movies within the weekend alone. How curious my priorities are.

I can hardly sit still because I am thinking of my mini vacation with my boyfriend. I am so excited! That will be my end of year reward! That’s the one thing that is pushing me to work and plan ahead when it comes to the burdens of university. I need treats, and I need to look forward to treats in order to accomplish something without much hassle.

Lessons of the week:

1.      Regret always comes too late. I should have been a better student. I need a consistent GPA to maintain my loan!

2.      I need punishments, and not treats alone. I need a self inflicting electrical device to nip into me a wake up call. Now we are talking!

3.      Rid the lazy worm in my skin- Plan, plan, and plan. I still have time.

4.      Don’t watch 3 movies in two days. It’s like, literally the Domino effect.

5.      Do not ever ignore your conscience. Hard to notice, coz don’t you realize how it is the littlest voice in our heads?

Just some un-self-cursory updates:

I slept till 1PM on Thursday. I went to bed at 4AM. The thing is… online boutiques are… a total addiction. You do not want to go there when you are 1) broke, 2) faced with 3 weeks of deadlines.

Till today, I have not revealed those sleeping times to my boyfriend, so he is going to find out here. (hello, honey! J)

Spent Sunday with my fellow weekend counterpart, where we went from Midvalley to Pavilion then Bukit Bintang, and back to Midvalley. It was, I should stress, NOT a shopping spree. She had to get particular stuffs in those areas. I resisted La Senza’s RM89 for 5 panties deal and a whole range of stuff that I would like to mention but should rightfully forget, coz once I begin, the ball will not stop rolling.

 I managed to emerge unscathed from temptation spree, but regretfully spent on mascara and spent RM 44 on Sunday alone, including Popeye’s and transport. And do you know what Arlena said after the mall-hopping?

“Next week is SHOPPING!” with the biggest grin. I dread to think of that.

It was a good time Sunday, though. I got to catch up with her, and I was no longer walking around by myself. She is Aqua Blue eyes now J and according to her “DO NOT ever buy this colour, coz it attracts all the freaks!” and she had some pretty scary stories to share pertaining that quote. I think they are a nice colour, but they just don’t work well with Asians. I was considering purple contacts. Would it be weird? I saw that purple looked almost grey on Asian eyes in the online boutique, but I kinda doubt that. I might revert to green. Grey is the perfect colour, if you ask me.

Other than that, I’ve been watching Confessions of a Shopoholic with Ilona. Its great watching movies with a girl friend. It kinda brings you on a same wavelength as the friend, and you both end up feeling mushy together, choked up, and laughing your heads off whatever the scene is. I don’t really fancy Shopoholic coz Rebecca the main character is way dumb to attract a financial editor’s attention, and she does not know how to restrain herself from buying, buying, and buying. 

She was a little immature on that, but she is funny and at times, can’t help being cute. Some moments, I got teary eyed, and also had LOL moments as well as envy for all the clothes she has! Ilona buried her face in my lap several times when Rebecca acted dumb enough to make an eleven year old embarrassed to that extent, and hid her face when she had to hold back her laughter.

Anyway, what I predict of this week is- a lot of everything. When this week is over, I should be done with 2 quizzes, and 2 assignments, which are Media Context presentation essays and Television reporting. Which would leave me with 2 more quizzes to go, and 4 more assignments. So far so good, eh?

We’ll see how well I behave this week to warrant me a bit of shopping for Sunday.

I AM HAPPY BECAUSE!

1.      Movie day with my group mates to end accomplishment of assignment! Planned for next week =)

2.      Cat’s birthday celebration this Wednesday? Unsure, depends on circumstances, but will be thrilled if I make it!

3.      I can’t help it, but shopping this Sunday!

4.      Less assignments by the end of this week motivates me. I must repeat this mantra to myself.

5.      Vacation!

Sensations

 An old post dug out from November 7 of 2008.

Amazing how i was thinking at that level, and what made me write all that?

" It is widely believed that most people are attuned to the senses- scent, taste, touch, sight, and sound. This is what I will be bringing you, the human flesh in all its cravings and soul.

  Sensations such as these appeal and binds people to that need. I mean, it’s the very essence of life, to feel. Music, words, food… these all somehow bring people back to earth, yet coaxes them into that carnal state of desire. I’m not talking about the passing tempations. It’s about the lasting feelings that people are wired to be fed with, and never get tired of. And people search high and low, sometimes feel in the dark but can’t touch it.

  Only occasionally.

  And these will be what I strive to put forward in your life as well as mine. "

This had led me to come up with this blog and name.

Thought provoking

Lately I can’t find much to blog about. Life is getting boring. Oh, not so boring after all maybe. I just remembered, am planning a year end trip with my boyfriend. It’s been a pain to get everything completed perfectly, I want the bookings to be all done well in advance but you know how it is with guys. Ok, I shouldn’t be so cruel. He’s been working hard and all, and he is forgetful, so hence, no early reservations to cut the costs.

I’ll go backwards to jog my memory. On Saturday, sudhan asked me and joey to his open house for deepavali. I think this is the first deepavali open house in my life. Discovered I am a virgin in many ways :O The great thing about it was the train tracks at the Jalan Templer KTM station outside his house. We had to cross the tracks (or for safety, the bridge but it took too much time) to get to his house. It was my very first time crossing train tracks, and for most of us, we are cruelly reminded of how gruesome deaths end in train track crossing scenes from the movies. I was trying to not think about it. I was actually not too scared of crossing, because the trains only come every twenty minutes. J

Joey was totally hyper about the occasion, and was dancing away and singing ‘Country Road’. And we all took some snapshots of ourselves on the train track. The food at Sudhan’s was great: I love the snacks the most! I loved the peanut butter flour thingie, and the muruku, but I was craving for the spiky ones. Those have the spiciness that I can’t survive without! Leh Bin and Esmee were there earlier, and we sat and talked and ate and ate and ate! Thanks Sudhan, for giving me that deepavali experience!

Joey and I together. At last she is beginning to display some dress sense!

Sudhan and I ;)

I've always wanted to do this on a train track.

I’ve been sleeping so much each afternoon after classes. I can’t help it, I don’t have enough sleep at nights. And I’ve been reading a novel by Anita Shreve called The Weight of Water. It is engaging enough, the English is good, but the only annoying thing about it is she weaves in and out from the present to the past from one paragraph to another. 

What caught my eye was the water painting portrait of the woman on the cover. talk about Renaissance romance! 

The book is based on a real life double murder that occurred a century ago, on Smutty Nose of the Isle of Shoals, where two Norwegian women were killed while Karen, a third woman managed to escape, who lived to write a memoir of her life and the circumstances that led up to the murder. In present time, Jean is on a photography assignment to Smutty Nose and immerses herself in the murders; she is accompanied by Thomas, her husband who is a poet and Billie, their five year old daughter. Together, they sail on board Morgan, with Thomas’ brother and his beautiful lover, Adaline.

The most interesting part is, Thomas and Adaline seem to be attracted to one another under Jean’s very eyes, and she is confused of her jealousy. Being one hungry for scandals and affairs, I am totally dying to find out how Jean handles it and if the husband and Adaline will make any wrong moves or admit anything to confirm Jean’s fears. I also enjoy Jean’s observations between the two and speculate the could-be’s or definitely’s as an active reader :P

Shreve dedicates alternate chapters to Karen’s memoir, and so far, all I can say is it is interesting to imagine how life could have been a century ago, at the words Karen uses to write her story. The descriptions are so rich, like they have all the time in the world to carve out their stories with beautifully selected prose. One thing that insatiates me about Karen’s memoir is how suggestively incestuous her relationship was with her older brother, Evan. And she seemed not to realize it. Or maybe that used to be how it was like between siblings, or that was purely an example of a wonderful brother-sister relationship.

Oh yes, I’ve not written out my Happy list of the week. I’m not looking forward to it, but a promise is a promise. Here goes.

1.      Won’t be lonely anymore this weekend coz Arlena will be back to spend it with me! J

2.      All holiday plans are thus far confirmed. Can hardly wait for it!

3.      This week is by far the most relaxed week I’ve had in a while, and will be catching up on movies in the weekend.

4.      As far as my shopping list and wishlists goes, I am not in need of any shopping for quite a while from now! Bravo!

5.      Edgar has been doing better on his job, and it has assured me a lot.

6.      I am determined to work everything out leading to my end of semester. All I need now is the strength!

A friend of mine told me the biggest dilemma she is facing in her relationship, and I can’t help feeling so sorry for her, coz I can feel the anguish and pain, and confusion that she is battling to handle. Yet at the same time, I can relate to her so well. She said that her boyfriend will be training in another country for several months, and she feels that she wouldn’t be able to take a long distance relationship. And yes, she is blessed with a great guy, and she has admitted to me he is wonderful but she can’t bear the thought of losing such a man after she had many bad experiences with the guys she met. The thing is, he might return to his country after the training and no confirmation to Malaysia. I know her restless spirit when I hear her let out her feelings, but I told her that if they are truly meant to be together, she would have to be strong and not let this distance severe what they have. It would end in tons of regret.

At this age, is it a rite of passage to learn to be separated from the one you love? It seems to me like many of my friends have to endure being separated from their boyfriends or girlfriends, as I have to go through as well. For me, it is painful, it is a challenge, and it makes me someone else when in this long distance relationship. I have right now. But we know we have found each other and no one can measure up to him and vice versa, and for this, no other guy would do for me, it is so rare to find someone like Edgar who is persistently making the relationship work. He knows how emotional I can get, and also how cold I can become.

No matter what insults I throw at him, he still comes back, and on the rare occasions where I try to make things right between us, he accepts me and I know he doesn’t want to lose me. So do I. I think I have reached the age where I can’t play around in relationships anymore, I’m an old sappy sentimental now. I’m searching for a stable relationship, where I can find assurance, security, and belonging. There are no more childish pursuits. I know him well and he knows me too. What else can any person ask for, if they already have this?

Of course, it is important that romance and surprises are a big part of relationships. I need them both, or I’d be almost gone from a relationship. I can’t bear having a dead relationship. Those who have it, are I think, wasting their time. Life should give one satisfaction, and life is about finding that sweet spot. 

The Greatest thing

There was a boy, 
a very strange enchanted boy. 
They say he wandered very far, very far. 
Over land and sea. 
A little shy, and sad of eye, 
But very wise was he. 

And then one day, 
one magic day he passed my way. 
And while we spoke of many things, 
fools and kings. 
This he said to me: 
The greatest thing, you'll ever learn, 
is just to love, and be loved in return. 

And then one day, 
one magic day he passed my way. 
And while we spoke of many things, 
fools and kings. 
This he said to me: 
The greatest thing, you'll ever learn, 
is just to love, and be loved in return. 

-Celine Dion, Nature Boy

Weirder

So weird. I dreamt I was pregnant and had to deliver the baby, but there was no 9 month bloated tummy, nor did it feel like there was a baby, nor did I know who the daddy was. I wonder if I knew or the doctors knew whether I truly was pregnant or not. This is what happens when you don’t know if you should trust yourself or others all week long.

Yeah, call it my biggest fear, to get pregnant, to have kids. Coz I don’t like kids. And sometimes, I don’t know if what my instincts are, are right or wrong, or just too much I’ve thought about.

And I seriously think I’ve been cursed from last Saturday. Remember how I was chased by 15 boys and lost my belt at the mall? Well, it surfaced again whole week through. First, at the Ad Unplugged workshop, the next table stole our idea, and they got first runner up, which means they get to attend the Kancil Awards dinner. Damn, damn, damn. Next, that stupid IDM gave me such a hard time by cranking out my computer on the most crucial deadline day. Hence, some of my important data could not be retrieved from my computer and had to get an extension for IDM! But what do u know, the curse was lifted today, when the computer regained its composure finally and was not on ‘preparing to hibernate’ mode anymore. 

Thanks so much to Joey, for rushing to my side when I was breaking down, to Sudhan, who asked for an extension on my behalf (coz I was back in my house, hoping to find a functioning computer but hopes were crushed), and Boon, for trying to help me from Thursday night till Friday night and coming over to have a look and taking it to Digital Mall. You guys are awesome and I need to repay J I’m forever gratuitous.

Well, there’s a long week ahead, as I foresee. Lots and lots of assignments coming up. And I wanna finish em off before their deadlines.

And oh, I have not been updating my latest best friend, the spending journal. Should spend more time with her!

Ciao guys! Enjoy the shortest entry ever. 

The weekend that has no name

Ahhh. I know, most weekends don’t have names, but I always have an adjective name for them.

My Saturday was a horrific experience. It started like this. After blogging, I said I was heading out. I was thinking of going to midvalley for my most-anticipated handbag shopping. Some of you guys would know there’s this park I have to pass through to get to the LRT station, and back when I’m heading home.

Some people ask isn’t it dangerous walking alone in that park, then my answer would be ‘the more you fear danger, the more it finds you.’ I know. Such a believing and naïve girl. But when you’ve got nothing else to hold on to, all you have is hope.

After walking around 3 minutes into the park, I saw a bunch of boys from afar. They were only kids or pre-teens. Nothing to worry about right? Wrong. There was about 15 of them. Fifteen. I immediately knew things weren’t gonna be that ok. So I tried avoiding and ignoring them. But the second I made my way to pass through them (it’s the only way I could go, and they knew it so they swarmed and blocked the area) they sort of threw themselves at me (not physically, but almost) and came after me from left, right, back and front talking loudly but I could only understand the question ‘boleh bagi nombor handphone?’ from all over. From the corner of my right eye I could see a phone being shoved in my direction, and on my left, there was a herd of boys following me. For a split second, I felt what it is to be a celebrity and swarmed by fans. It was really freaky. Yes, they were Malay kids. I got pretty annoyed and said ‘jangan kacau boleh tak?’ then one of them said ‘tak boleh’ and they were just following me and hurling all kinds of words at me. It got worse. One of them said ‘saya tarik anting kamu sampai telinga tercabut’ and another ‘saya kasih bogel kamu di sini’.

I was really really scared, but I gathered all my wits and acted brave, and tried to ignore them and kept my anger inside. Coz I know if I decided to hit the boy nearest to me, I’d be outnumbered and worse things would happen to me. I wanted to scream and hit all of them, but I couldn’t. I was humiliated at the way they were stalking me from behind, and all their threats they shouted at me from behind, and the stones they started throwing at me. But I was mad too. There was no one around and I couldn’t do anything, but hope they won’t touch me. And thank goodness, they didn’t touch me or rob me. As I got nearer to the LRT station, a group of four girls passed me and they stared at me, maybe because the look on my face. And yes, when I turned around, the boys started attacking them too. They shouted at the girls, and threw stones at them. One girl turned around at them to scold them maybe, but it was obvious they could do nothing about it.

I tried to forget the incident, and decided to think of my shopping. Well, I had success in buying stuff that I wanted, but as I checked my bags in the bus, I realized, but too late, that one of my bags was not there. It was a smaller bag, and I had bought a belt from Bonita. And yes, in case you wondered or guessed, I dropped it somewhere. That belt cost me RM 29 and I felt like such a doofus and was so mad at myself, and at my day, and everything in general. I even got mad at my boyfriend when he called me on the ride home, and I think he wanted to buy it back for me and was trying to ask me what shop is it and if I could find the belt image on the internet and send it to him, but I said without caring ‘if you want to buy it for me, KK doesn’t have it.’

And yes, my nightmares were rewarded when I reached the park from the LRT station, to find that the boys were still there. Where did they come from? Its like, their squatter homes just got burned down and they were squatting at the park! But lucky for me, there were people jogging in the park, so they couldn’t corner me again. However, they DID recognize me and I heard them saying ‘eh perempuan tu dari tadi’ and they started calling out in that high pitched rude way guys like using nowadays. The uncle in front actually turned in that direction, and looked away again, while I tried walking close behind to him and ignoring them. Then one of them came running over and followed beside me, and I was filled with so much hatred, I ran ahead to the front of that uncle so they wouldn’t dare follow me, and the other guys in the gang said ‘they lari oh’. 


Whose kids are these? And how come they are raised in such a way as to harass others, especially girls, in a public place? Didn’t anyone teach them to mind their own business? Or do they think this is for kicks, calling out to girls, and intruding into my private space? Is this how guys are in Malaysia, sore losers who show no respect for women or for that matter, women of other races? I’m so sick of all these antics. I’d so like to cut of all their dicks so they wouldn’t think they have the phallus, and therefore, the ego. Seriously, kids like that are not supposed to be running wild and doing as they like.

And when I got home, I was late for dinner. Miserable.

Sometimes, i wished i had more going on for me. I wished i didn't have to walk alone everywhere i go, and endure these sort of treatment. I wish i had someone with me, a car to be safe in, and so much more. After all, its a need to feel protected. 

Sunday

I was much better. I went to church alone, and in case you’re wondering, I don't mind being alone coz it brings me peace and tranquility. Well I was worried those kids would still be lurking around, but thank God, they weren’t there.

I managed to do some shopping, including re-buying that belt again. –RM 29 again. Sigh. Who knew it would cost so much just for that belt, but really, its worth it. I love the belt. 

My RM 29+RM 29 belt. I really like it coz it clinches mt waist, has those gold studs, and somehow a little cowgirl-ish.

Saturday, although I had a great shopping bargain, the two incidents still bothered me that I wasn’t happy with the stuff I bought. But still, will show you guys my loot.

My new Jacques LaFleur handbag. Original price: RM 199.90. After 70%: RM 59.70! From Metrojaya. This is sturdy and lasting. No complaints!

Brown leather sling bag. RM 39.90. Doubt its real leather though but quality is good is all that matters.

Are you a Macho man? Or a wannabe? All is revealed when they bring out the car, the Bunny models, and perfume brand- Playboy. Launch of perfume 'Pour Homme' (for men) in Midvalley.

 

And front view, for the benefit of the car. Love it.

I had my haircut on Sunday too. RM 15 in that x-cut barber that does the job within 15 minutes. Fast, straight to the point, fuss free. Yeah, just like a Quickie. The result: I utterly miss my long hair. Although its only an inch shorter, it makes a lot of difference. Anyway, in a month’s time, its gonna be the original length again. It just needed a trim. Girl cutting my hair didn’t do such a good job. My hair has lost a lot of its layers now. Sigh. And she asked me (as do many other hairstylists so) ‘why don’t you straighten your hair?’ ‘If you perm it, it’ll look nice!’ and I’m like,,, *sheepish smile* ‘ah no… maybe next time, not now.’ Thing is, I like natural hair, coz I can self style it the way I want according to mood. And most of the time, my mood is neutral, so what better way than to have my hair ‘au naturale’? But most people don’t seem to fit the word ‘natural’ in their dictionaries nowadays. I can’t wait to touch it up when I get back to KK, as in adding more layers in. And I know just the barber who does a good job.

Happy List of the week:

1.       Not plagued with too many assignments, maybe?

2.       Should catch a movie myself this weekend. And maybe use the Popeye’s meal coupons. Yeah, waste of money.

3.       So far, boyfriend and I not gotten into the week arguing. Let’s hope it stays that way for the rest of the week.

4.       Advertising workshop tomorrow? I’m not expecting much, but I hope to be surprised.

5.       I’m still dreaming, I’m still hoping.

6.       Finally got myself a new best friend. Introducing!:

This should be A girl's Best Friend, while Diamonds should be A Girl's  Love Affair. 

Family Blues on a Saturday midday

First time ever that I woke up near midday in West Malaysia. Cousin knocked on the door with her friend, wanting to give Maisy her shower in my bathroom.

What a lovely dream I had. It’s such a pity I was denied more of it. The feeling I had from that dream was one of intensely missing my family. I know I live in denial of my family most of the time. And I hate how time has changed everything for us. Time has won so many battles with us, hasn’t it? I take it especially seriously. I should try beating it more, instead of collapsing in the temptations of time.

My life as I had known it has gone. Passed just like that, and this time, I know there’s no turning back. Because dad is no longer with me, no longer on this planet. All the remainder of him is his tomb that I’ve not visited in so long. And I hate to say it, but I forgot about you daddy. I love you but where is my filial piety towards you, even after you’ve gone? I wish you were still around. I hate myself that I’m beginning to forget you, the sound of your voice, your presence, the private way you loved us. Dad, you tried so hard to overcome life, and you lived the years of a man whose death is by the years he has lived, and you lived double the time of your 50 years, and I’m so proud of you.

I know it’s too late to say this, but somehow I hope you will know that I do love you, and miss you. Everytime I go to sleep depressed, I dream of our family as though you were still with us. That’s my unconscious way of comforting me.

I didn’t see much of my dad in the dream, but yes, he was there coz I could feel that familiar ache when I woke up after I had dreamt of him. It was in a house, maybe a fusion of the old house we lived in before dad passed away, and a bit of a dream house. Dreams are always so watery and nonsensical. I dreamt miah bought a watch for his friend, and the watch looked like a fancy girls watch eventhough he said it was a guys watch. So I tried it on and it looked like a boys watch around my wrist, and the watch was simply too big for me, as in the face of the watch itself covered one side of my wrist. So weird. And I was dressed as a hippy, with this bright turquoise t-shirt and short colourful/patchwork-like shorts. And miah asked since when was I into some kinda fashion (I forgot the name he called it). I think I replied I’ve always been fashionable and he never noticed. Rather silly. I think I was wearing this hideous colourful scarf around my neck as well. Hey, it was in a house, so that outfit was kinda weird.

I miss the old miah I know. Saying this, I think my family members miss the old me. Honestly though, I miss my old self. I used to be this really quiet and ‘innocent’ girl in those days. Things have changed, innocence change and go down slowly as I grow older. Its destined. But I still wanna tell you about this brother of mine.

Miah used to be nearly like my best friend, and he always talked to be about anything that bothered him. All his problems brought us together, eventhough it frustrated him a lot. I always had the words to tell him that made him realize that life isn’t all that bad and there are solutions. I remember when I came back after my first semester, how he said he didn’t have me to turn to and confide in and give him the right words to say and think about, and he went through the choppy motions of life on his own. It really touched me and made me realize I was somewhat close to him, and he acknowledged it. Now he’s all grown up now, and he’s learned to think for himself. I should be happy, I know. But being his sister, I always think that he can do way better.

Its a lovely Saturday, people, and i'm headed out after a week of sheer assignment torture! 

Watch out for my next post... very soon. cheers!

Staying Afloat

Yeah, like A&W Root Beer Float.

Sorry, I’ve not waxed my legs yet or any other parts. I might stay a hairy monster till Friday, when I’ve handed in my assignments.

This week is supremely depressing that I just wanna fall asleep at 8am first thing in class. I’m in bad need of coffee, and bad need of sleep. But I can’t have any, or I’ve not enough of any! L

I can explain. I’m allergic to coffee. When I drink it especially on an empty stomach, I have horrible tummy aches that makes me shit and throw up. So that explains why I’m such a sound sleeper while sitting upright in class, coz I don’t have any caffeine in my system. I swear, ever since the Raya holidays, I’ve become a sleeping monster and hairy one at it. But could be highly due to the period waiting around the corner. Nowadays, 12.30AM sleeping time is insufficient. It used to be able to keep me thankfully awake, but age seems to be catching up fast.

Ok, today I made a huge mistake of ta-pauing coffee for IDM lecture class. For that bag of coffee which I could not even finish halfway (coz I could feel the tummy ache setting in, even after eating a bun), it costs RM2. That is A LOT of money wasted. I couldn’t finish it that I had to pour probably RM 1.50 of it down the drain.

Second, I had to splurge RM70 on the advertising workshop for next Tuesday. Talk about budgeting and spending wisely. But we’ll be reimbursed with RM 40 from the college, so I’m waiting for that day. Third, oops, I haven’t returned the money to Katherine for Boon’s birthday cake. And for Boon, I can’t possibly let him pay for that ridiculously pricey and not-worth-it lunch at Old Town! Boon, my meal alone costs around RM 13 plus tax. I’m paying.

Spent so much in a day! And I had planned to spend RM 5 on food daily plus RM 2 on transport! WHAT THE HELL! All blown away. L I need money. I need a rich man. Plus, yesterday, I spent almost RM 18 on DVDs alone, and I still have to pay back Sudhan for the extra DVD he bought! OMG! And I spent RM 2 plus on breakfast and nearly RM 5 on lunch yesterday! My spending are spiraling out of control! This has gotta stop. I need to stick to the budget.

Seriously need a spending journal.

Well, I don’t exactly have a Happy List, but I will try for the sake of this week.

1.       MC presentation postponed to next next Monday.

2.      Going to attend the advertising workshop next Tuesday.

3.       Bag Shopping round two this weekend?

So far I can only muster three. Coz the reasons I should Not Be Happy outweighs the Should Be Happy list.

1.       I’ve overspent within these three days. Nearly RM 80 GONE. God help me!

2.      TWO ASSIGNMENTS DUE ON FRIDAY!

3.       Mum and my brothers back home facing huge financial crisis.

4.      Period’s coming soon.

5.       Been neglecting my appearance. As in not waxing for more than a month and sleeping with wet hair that turns into a mop the next day. Also becoming a late-night bather.

6.      Sleeping late these days gonna bring me to an early grave. I’m imagining cancer here.

Right. Gotta move. Can’t sit here all day reflecting on the negatives.