Self imposed Datelines
Hubungan Etnik Assignment Thursday
Statistic Tutorial Tuesday
Economics Tutorial Monday
Accounts Tutorial Wednesday
Miscellaneous
Student Welfare’s Annual General Meeting
Statistics Exam
Pray reaally reaally hard the new assignments groupmates I'm being assigned to don't leave me doing a one woman show, again.
Additional goals
Cut down on magi/snack intakes into my huge round reservoir ;)
Not be late for dinner
Defeat procrastination, my deadly enemy.
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Ever have one of those days where, at the very end, you just have nothing?
You are too worn out, wrung out, exhausted, empty, and dead beat to have any emotion, any laughter, any energy, any anything?
This week was filled with those days.
Recently, ever so often, my race has been questioned. Over and over again. Until I begin to doubt it myself. I noticed this seems to be a routine thing every time I enter a foreign environment. And despite being so tulan over the whole thing, I’ll sum up just enough enthusiasm and answer back nonchalantly. On good hair days, I’ll come up with an ironic comeback.
I'm always bombarded with questions alike. Questions that will sink in and cause a flood in me. You can’t speak Chinese ah? Really?
Like being submerged in unconscious guilt is not bad enough, people start taking a stab at whatever dialect that comes jumping into their mind. What about Cantonese? Or Hokkien? Oh you’re a Hokkien? But you cannot speak Hokkien?
It goes unsaid, my nationality does not flee unscathed. You’re a Chinese? Chinese that can’t speak Chinese, what kind of Chinese are you wei? Why your name so different, are you Corean? Are your parents of mix heritage? At home never speak Chinese? What language you speak at home?.. Oh please la, my parents are as Chinese as they can be. Don’t lay it on them.
Up to this day, I still don’t understand Statistic after countless attempts. I even borrowed a smarty pant’s answers to refer and check where I screwed up. But alas, time wasn’t on my side. :( Boo.
Look on the bright side, we’re learning about Permutations now. Yeah, the stuffs from Form 5. I once thought Statistic was gonna be kacang puteh, I mean, how hard can ogives, histograms and median be? Boy, was I wrong.
I'm praying so hard it doesn’t do that 360 degree thing and hoot in my face, all over again.
The Citrawarna assignment I was given is not going as smooth as I have predicted long before. When forecasts turns into reality, it’s a mess. Oh HELLO?? Am I the only member in this group?
Joey just dispensed a piece of happy news in my msn chatbox. Joey’s ice-cream offer is still valid and available to claim anytime. And I will, one of these days. God knows I need it.
My family. I'm sure there will be more posts to follow, but after being away at NS for nearly two months, I still miss having them around the corner. Who doesn't? Well, I'm sure there's a select few, but mine is compounded with the fact that home is an hour away. It would be SO much easier if home was close enough for me to come over for dinner and then balik hostel. But no, I'm forced to source for dinner because I'm just too lazy. Besides, now, no one frets when I refuse to eat my portion of fish.
Oh, halal food makes Amin happy. But, four bucks char kuey teow doesn’t. I find the extreme raise in price recently ubber ridiculous okay.
So, I'm sitting on this hard wooden brown chair, pecking away at my home pc (trying to interrupt Little Sister form watching Catwoman), and thinking about what to blog. And I've got nothing. I am seething with jealousy over the several witty, insightful blogs I have read tonight because those people all had something to say. If I had any energy, I would've laughed out loud. And I've got nothing.
Szetoo, the slacker.
Fang, the fungus.
Weishya, the water tangki.
Sheryl, the
Philllip, the piping boy.
;)
Signing off,
Mishya, budak TARC.
P/s: Syaz, I swear, the sole purpose of your existence is to laugh at me.
My song for today and for the week.
And I Take it just a little bit
I, hold my breath and count to ten
I, I've been waiting for a chance to let you in
If I just breathe
Let it fill the space in between
I'll know everything is alright
Breathe
Every little piece of me
You'll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe
Well it's all so overrated
In not saying how you feel
So you end up watching chances fade
And wondering what's real
Way to go Michelle Branch, you got it right!
Temptation, is an evil thing. Never underestimate its capability to entice and lure at moments of weakness.
Boy, I'm looking forward already.
If only…I had that kinda mentality. Dad would be so proud of me :D haha
Plus points for the day, after my last class for the week, Sheryl and I slinked in DK1 for the final hour of Hindu Society’s AGM.
It was kinda cool actually, despite feeling Chinese people are a tad bit underpopulated. They welcomed us with much graciousness and were at ease with our sudden appearance. Heh. I daresay, if we went for other societies; like the Buddhist or the First Aid Unit, I would barely understand five sentences in that duration. Get my drift?
Anyhow, I am back on Subang grounds, where traffic jam haunts drivers every waking moment. *sighs in relief*
To YS I shall go tonight. Martin, don’t ffk me ah. I'm warning you. My runny nose can do amazing things at this rate.
It goes without a saying, once you step into the compounds ten feet within Malaysia's public transportation, you gotta hold on to whatever items that’s with you as if your life depended on it. Even though, in reality, all I had in my bagpack was a weeks worth of dirty laundry and lecture notes. My senses of precaution heighten a notch even without me being aware of it. But at times like this, having a sister around enabled me to catch forty winks on the LRT while she chats with her fellow classmates.
Being back in Subang is somewhat calming, for some reason I can't identify. Probably because from my bedroom, it only takes a flight of stairs down to the kitchen where I can find Mum caught up with a new recipe she’s testing to pour out my daily rants. She, whom does not judge, and yet, doesn’t really listen to what I have to say, but jumps at every opportunity to say, “I told you so”. And yet, I still love her and look forward to every weekend back home.
Mummy, just so you know, it rained this morning okay. Go ahead, tell me “I told you so”, after all, I deserved it.
The other night, I made a visit to 10th Teen Dhamma Camp’s Talent Night. Yes. Teen Dhamma Camp is now a decade old. Firstly, allow me to enlighten you on my fleeting history with this camp in particular. Mind you, it’s not like any ordinary camp you have heard or seen before this. I signed up for my first Teen Dhamma Camp together with a friend years back. It was the 6th one. If you did the math, I should be fourteen years of age, shy, naïve and ignorant.
And this is what I have become after four awesome years. Hahahaha!
Anyway, back then, I didn’t really catch what’s going on. It was a daze.
Everyone seemed to know each other even on the very first day of camp. Hugging random strangers seemed so normal to them. They were at ease with each others presence despite the different background we came from. Furthermore, the concealed bond between the sleep deprived committees was so strong, it amazed me. It puzzled me to no end at times. But it was then, I found the meaning of friendship. And yes, along the way, I found my best friend by pure coincidence and luck.
After attending merely one camp, I kept coming back the later years, but this time, to give a helping hand in the organizing committee.
Those precious moments I would never exchange it for the world. No matter how bleary eye and exhausted I was or how frustrated things weren’t going as I intended.
As I was saying, I visited 10th TDC because Tall Sister was attending her very own first TDC camp. *swells with pride for no reason* and sometime between the visit and witnessing fellow teens laugh at inside jokes and random cheers, for some unexplainable reason I felt this sadness expand within me. Within hours….it doubled up. And it blew a fuse.
I’ve been crying myself to sleep the past two nights and I freaking don’t know why. It’s as if by mistake, I burst a balloon filled with intoxicating cheerless-gas that sucks all happy thoughts from deep within me. If you witness me crying, you would have thought my nonexistent pet dog had passed away or something like that.
But it’s times like this, Crystal, the ultimate best friend never lets you down, even when she’s got exams the very next day :P In the weirdest of ways, she listens, makes remarks that will leave me pondering, later on, sends me into fits of laughter but most of all, she keeps me rooted to the ground.
After small chatting, I drifted off to sleep that night with renewed sense of optimism and energy. Boy, did I feel lighter after that :)
Whist being emo and all, I mistaken last Sunday for Father's Day and gave Dad his gift a week early.
OMG LA.
I bet you're laughing yourselves silly right now.
