Revisions. Revisions. Revisions.

Exam timetable is out!

First paper is the dreadful IT. Haih. And the fact that I am yet to start flipping thru notes is......unexplainable.


Don't expect anything any updates for the next few weeks. My life would begin monotonous-ing until the finals are done with. But still, text me and I'll keep you people updated on interesting events besides 'eat sleep study eat' since I'm barely making trips back home on weekends or visiting the library anymore. I shall reply if my miserable credit balance allows.

With the mind numbing pressure fellow tarcians have imposed on me, in events of me burning up my notes at midnight or throwing up chocolate milk out my window due to sheer stress or something like that, please don't panic. :)

People, wait for me okay? I'm almost done with this. Only FOUR weeks more. After that, I'm all yours. Let's go for a movie marathon until my bladder goes numb for all I care!

Deep Inside Of Me

Dear Friends and Family back home,

I MISS you too.

<3

Weishya,

homesick and 

banana deprived.

Fancy Pants Adventure World 2

Please allow me to introduce to you the most fun blog game of all time: Fancy Pants Adventure World 2. Bear in mind, it's ridiculously entertaining yet obsessive. The fancy pants dude can summersault, how ubber cool is that? :D Enjoy!

Eh Tal, exam or not, you gotta play this :)

There's Been A Death In My Family

SIGH.

Wish I had the time to explain, but no. 

I'm going back to grab dinner, shower and hit the books.

Yes, I KNOW it's a Friday.

Don't look at me like that, with those eyes.

You know it irks me, gah, gettaway!

Oh flu, I hate you.

Oh yes people, once again I'm catching the FLU. 

I am terribly annoyed with my failing immune system for it always picks the wrong moment to crash. 

Before exams where I urgently need to cram facts down my uncooperative lagging brain or after exams when I SHOULD be enjoying instead of holding tissues to my nose, forced to stay in, eating sick people's food, watching reruns of old dramas. 

To think over the matter seriously, when is the right time to fall sick?.... :S

Rotten Egg

Disappointment will haunt me like a bad smell.

AAAAAAAAHHHH!

I want this shirt!!!

It's totally adorable. And I always always had this thing for cupcakes.

Morris, why don’t you print one for me? L Pleaaaaase!

I found that shirt while browsing through the web for cupcake recipes since Jit Hu was finding a million and one excuses not to disclose his magnificent cupcake recipe to me. Mean Jit Hu. I just needed it to calculate the cost and all that for the fundraising project I am currently dedicating my week to. Don’t even ask how I got myself neck deep into this whole hoo-ha matter, but I did. Sigh. Why do I constantly end up in this kind of situations, unintentionally?

On Monday Fang and I attended the fundraising meeting, only because we had previously missed out on a few meetings already. Not only that, I was feeling awfully guilty for the fundraising manager frequently sends semangat-ed induced texts informing about meeting which I usually brush off to the back of my head. I was even planning on dropping hints that I just might leaving student welfare committee team due to recent hassling coursework’s, never-ending exams, lack of time and the list goes on and on. But but…It didn’t turn out the way I planned.

Why does this happen to me, all the time?

I somehow got convinced to prepare the fundraising proposal for Thursday’s meeting with the top management. It was late Monday evening, and the meeting’s on Thursday evening. If you did the math, there really isn’t that much time considering I have no laptop or internet connection to scream for help via the web, and the faintest inkling on how a proposal looks like and for that matter to produce one by Thursday!!!

But I agreed to do it.

It was the marshmallows, I swear. It swayed senses against my lack of better judgment.

Chocolate coated bananas, I do miss you. Heehee.

And so, days later, this is where I find myself. In Morris’s apartment, pecking away on his Macbook while he sleeps. I now have sudden love for Macbooks. Supercool gadgets. But it’s without a doubt complicated to use. Working on the Microsoft words, a program I am so used to is proving to be a challenge itself; it makes me feel so noob!

My limited computer knowledge is once again challenged :(

Wednesday started off with stupendous news. The Statistics I bitched about all week? I got back the paper with a big fat 84% written on it encircled with red Papermate ink. I was just so HAPPY lah. Almost satisfying. If gravity was nonexistent, I could fly to cloud nine, literally.

After Business Statistics lecture I was in for a long nap. A celebratory anp, if there ever is such a thing. But no, Morris had to call, place me in the front seat of his Myvi and drove Jeffery, Simon and Elaine and me to the nearest Carrefour to source for last minute ideas. Trust me when I tell you I’ve been staying in Setapak for months now and have not step into Carrefour. Yes, the shock and horror of it.

And so, the troop of us went around Carrefour, equipped with a phone to jot down prices and new products like a soon-to-be housewife whom wanted to impress the mother-in-law. The idea of garlic bread started circulating among us and we agreed to test it out. The long and tedious process of it all nearly killed me along the way. We hunted about for garlic, bread, butter and mushroom soup only to realize none of us has a toaster or an oven. Adoi. Then all of us broke into a mad rush and started scrolling through all our phonebooks for people whom might have toasters.

WHY did it not occur to us there are like a hundred over toasters in Carrefour?

With our newly purchased goods we trooped into Morris’s apartment and started the Garlic Bread testing. It was oddly hilarious in a way. Simon discovered his talent in stirring soup, Elaine practiced her chopping skills while and I ordered people around and enjoyed the outcome :D I had fun. We even made samples for the housemates and asked for feedback, they suggested we sell Wrigley’s too. Sheesh.

Several hours have come and gone, fruitless ideas bounced against the walls, and I’m still here, hungry and I wanna brush my teeth so badly. Simon has long filled his tummy with mushroom soup and gone home while the rest are dozing happily while I wait for inspirations to strike.

I wish I could

Give you a piece of my mind.


I'm willing to bet my last dollar, you wouldn't like what I'm gonna say.
But it's true, I can't convince myself otherwise.
It just refuse to remove itself by any amount of scrubbing.
Like a coffee stain on a white shirt.
Dynamo also cannot pakai.

Scars are made.
Rumours will spread.
Empty conversations looms ahead.

When the truth breaks out, what happens?
Who will I walk to class with?
Will you still text to wish me good night?
Will you turn your back on me?
What will friendship cease to be....?


And for you, there are no second chances.
I mean it.
Don't ask for seconds.

But then again, I am not as cold hearted as I want myself to be.
I hesitate, I whinge, I hee and haw.
I hold my hand up in the air insisting I don't care, nor do I want to anymore.
I swear it will be the last and very last time anyone steps on me with their branded sport shoes and wonky heels.
But at the very last minute, I give in.


I wonder when will there an end to this.

Companionship.

Strange thing isn't it?
We all cross paths at one point or another in our lives.

But what keeps us in each others lives?

How much do we have to have mattered to the other person to keep them in our lives?
How many footprints do we have to make?
Why is it that we all seem to need some form of companionship throughout our lives?
What's wrong with 'Some men or women are an island'?

Why is it when surrounded in a room full of people one still feels really alone?


And then when you've finally found those you're comfortable with...

That's when reality kicks in.

People always turn around...

and leave.


Who needs a companion then?




So just sleep.
It can't happen when you sleep.

Economical Rant

As we all know, petrol prices have increased. No shit. Our petrol subsidies have gone flying out of the window. I feel the prick, nasi lemak ayam is now rm 4.00. How now brown cow?

I should consider stocking up on cucumbers to feed on for the weekdays in Setapak for I am too stingy for my own good.

I'm an Economics student, this is a rare occasion but I'm glad to say I actually understand why they're doing this, but I also know so many downsides of it. :(

Thank goodness I walk to classes. Because for a 35 litre tank Myvi costs roughly rm 80+ for a full tank, it used to be rm 60 for a full tank. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I might as well stay homw and plant taugeh. 35 litres okay. This is TOO much, our public transport is hardly efficient enough for us to rely on. And also, I HATE taking public transportation. And today, the government has assured the public that petrol price will not exceed rm2.70 perlitre this year. rm 94.50 for a full tank isn't any better is it? Pfft.

The prices of EVERYTHING is increasing like chickens, and EVERYONE is blaming it on the price increase in fuel because yes, fuel is involved in transportation, and EVERYTHING needs transportation okay. The increase in the price of electricity also provides an incentive for firms to raise prices.

Haha OMG. This is like writing an Econs essay.

Thankfully, I don't have a license nor do I have a car. In the long run, we all certainly have no choice but to save costs. Eat less, Shit less, Flush toilet lesser; save money.

Here's my theory, driving a car is like applying the economies of scale principal. As the output increases (drive faster) , the long run average cost decreases (less petrol is used) .

Sorry for the sudden outburst over the hike in petrol price, I had Economics test last Tuesday and everything is still stuck in my head. Heehee.

I HATE JAMS.
particularly when I'm in desperate need to get home and jump into bed after being deprived of sleep.

Eternalized

How would you feel if you were "eternalized"?

I read The Star the other day and came across this article which introduces the concept of turning your loved ones into diamonds to you. Or maybe you've heard of it even before I did for I live in a makeshift cave; the hostel, which cuts me out from the outside world. I’m just not used to (and never will be) the idea of having my loved ones turned into memorial jewels, but I find it absolutely ghoulish, at the same time, intriguing even.

Wouldn't it kind of resemble a dead person being hung on a chain, or on your finger? Hmmm.

It all depends on how you look at it I guess. What if the diamond that was made out of mama's ashes was stolen? Someone else would be wearing your grandma's ashes. How disturbing.

I have a question, would you want your ashes to be turned into a diamond ?

I can't help but wonder what colour I'd turn out to be.

I thought about it and I'd like to be ruby red.

http://www.spiegel.de/international/0,1518,359567,00.html

:)

STATISTICS!

@#@%^scfSDFASG@#$^#$Y#$^SE$G$%H%^UJ^#$Y@Y@$Y
@T#$Y$%HRG#$^#TG@#R!#R@#T#$^$%H$^U#^!%!%@6!!!!!!!!!!

No, I'm not upset nor frustrated.
And no, this is not yet another rant post.
Very much in contrast, I am elated with the fact that I answered all the questions this time around.

Statistics can be both a day spoiler and source of joy.
It all depends on oneself I guess. Oh the bliss of having my exams done with :)