Bing Bang Boom

As much as I want to slot in time to tip and tap away at the keyboards to fill in my handful of keen readers on my humorously filled with unseen mishaps and what not life in the events of balancing family, college, the dying social life and best friends in my small small hands cupped together, I can't.

There's so many things I want to blog about. But time does not permit me to do so.

I want to rant and rant over the recent change of events. I want to tell you about the moment ugly feelings I never knew existed that caught me off guard. I'd like to explain about the sudden surge of courage I had to confront things, which left me lost and secretly pleased with myself and the unplanned series of events we never saw coming.

I want to enlighten you on how leaving seveenteenhood and tiptoeing into the big one EIGHT left me with a bagful of thoughts. How my singleton status is finally being handy, not having to allocate time for just ONE person is blissful. And I also want to explain detail by detail the random gifts I've received on my birthday. How much it meant to me. How deliriously happy it made me.

I want to tell you about the wrong turnings I've taken and learnt that there is ALWAYS a way back to sanctuary. And lastly, I want to let the world know I have not been studying for Econs test on Monday. Which is why I should get my butt away from the computer and tube box and into my textbooks, as hard as it gets. Haih.

I Made It This Far.

I'm EIGHTEEN!

At least, that's what's everybody telling me by the amount of text messages and phone calls I've received over the past hour.

But honestly, I'm still waiting for the moment for the bulb of wisdom to flicker on. I feel none the wiser or taller. This birthday please please let me grow taller.

5cm will be just fine.

:)

Pinkie Dinkie

We can never really tell when we meet our sole mates.

It's not as if you woke up one day knowing that at some point of the day, you'll meet the love of your life, running across the street with a cup of freshly brewed coffee and bumps into you, instantly spilling her morning drink onto your nice nice coat, and her instantly apologizing profusely over and over again, promising to fix the damage and next thing you know, they hit off together. Well, life for us un-fictional characters, isn't as grand and merry as we always want it to be.

Finding best friends is nearly always easier said than done. And yet, gaining a friend not only of the same age, same group of peers, same interest but also the same birthday, is very very rare indeed.

Well, I for one, have succeeded in finding one.

The one and only; Carmen Kong.



I would be out rightly lying if I said I instantly liked her, pinkness and all. In fact, for certain reasons, she got on my nerve. I remember crying about how awful she was. With the obstacles out of the way and a slight push from the best friend, I got to realize things wasn't the way I thought it used to be. I fact, I got a clearer insight on my facts.



Birthdays are like THE DAYS she'll mark down upon receiving an organizer, making sure no one will let it pass by, unforgotten. And thus, even if I feel like worming out from the celebratory event, I have no way out.

Which is a good thing, more presents!



And lately, she's been the enthusiastic one, always making plans. Forcing Tal outta her cave of a home and making sure I don't get too bored over the weekends. Filling up my temporary holiday with any amount of activity she could think of. Heehee.


Yup, that's her. Pink is the color and it will always be the color.


And I'm glad that after much twist and turn of events, our paths were entwined.

I'm waiting to celebrate our 73rd Birthday together!
It was meant to be. :)

Pink Muffin

I'm rambling like a mad woman gone loose.

I'm making deals with god and the devil.

Cursing the lagging laptop and blaming Jin for the lousy connection.

Eating everyone's share of food just to keep my hands busy.

Scrolling the page up and down repetitively to make sure it was real and not just mere imagination.

Relief took the place of franticness and panicity.

It was like rain falling from the sky.


Phew.


As soon as I could borrow a phone and punch buttons, (my credit died on me during the most crucial moment. It always does that to me, on purpose! ishs) I dialed home.

What did you think?

That I was different from the rest of humanity? When a disaster/ awesome news strikes, I want my parents to know.

Usually, I'd miss call Dad and he'd call back within minutes. But today, he's in a seminar. Mum made up for it with equally as much enthusiasm, bangganess and happiness that I swear seemed as if it could flow out from the speakers.

And it was even better to share the news with friends who had earlier endure my series of screams, lack of patience and kepaniknessan.


4A's and 2B's.
It was all worth it after all.
*smiles*

Hello from TARC's Canteen Two Foyer

Suddenly,
all out of the sudden,
I am unable to keep pace with my life.
It's as if someone pressed the fast forward button and snippets of it are flashing across me.
:S

On a Subway Rush

20-24^TH October 2008
WTF$!?

Pour Some Sugar On Me

Alright, i know it's only 10.51 a.m. but I am so sleepy to the extend that I want to fall asleep on the keyboard right away if I wasn't in the library and the library people would kick me out on the butt for drooling on their gadgets.

However, I am here on an aim, to blog. Since English classes are a pure waste of precious sleeping time, bringing a minimal amount of benefit, once in a while allowing me to show off my powerful cammand of language; I simply will not allow MY ENGLISH to go rotten just like that. I would presume since you people have so much time to read every nonsensical thing I have to say would mean you've noticed the change of template?

Ah, THE FLIP FLOPS! I know you love em' too :D

I have no idea how some people stick to one consistent layout/template/theme for such long time spans. I blame my ability of short attention span. Aihs.

I keep getting distracted nowadays. there's alwys something to do, and I can NEVER focus. I jump from one task to another after getting bummed at one, coming up with a million and one excuses each time. The randonm pghone call, funny looking flying insects landing itself smack in the middle of my notes(weishya runs and scraems), THE RAIN and even moe rain, Jodi Piccoult's feasty novel, the faulty green pen, cries of help, the stranger outside my window -.- . . . What am I to do with myself?

I am generally feeling angsty with myself and people and things around me.

The flurry of patter and taps in this enclosed space is giving me a migrane. The superfecking slow internet in the library is not loading my plurk fast enough. I think Mr Red shirt in the nest seat should stop cracking his knuckles befopre I crack everything crackeable in hios system until the possiblity of walikng out on his feet is hardly possivbel.

In the admist of hurrying today's post so I can get back quickly for extra minutes of sleep beofre I get called up for some society punya hal, this stoopid thing is pinpointing all my spelling and grammartical errors with red squiggly lines and is annoying the hell outta me. I can't be bothered to correct them, not today anyway.

Okay okay, I'll go now before the red shirt dude complains to this girlfrind (which I highly doubt is one) about the sleep deprived girl constantly shooting him glares with a hint of murder in ger eyes.

I really am not a morning personm. I depend on my sleep too much.

Always The Last To Know

You know what?

This is a rant blog, so I will rant as I please.

I will rant about matters I know I cannot change even after trying so hard, I just want someone to listen and acknowledge it instead of giving me too-smart replies.

I will rant about having no newspapers to read during the weekdays.

I will rant about how much it doesn't make sense that Shah Rukh Han received Datukship.

I will complain about how much my handphone alarm annoys the crap outta me in the morning, because then, I have to drag my sorry ass into the eerily empty showers stalls.

Or that I sometimes miss having friends giving me five minute notice before picking me up for a random outing.

I will rant about the plunging Plurk's karma points and that I feel the initial enthusiasm draining away silently and slowly each day I'm separated with a computer.

Don't get me started on the canteen food, my new english teacher - Miss Elizabeth, the bahasa malaysia subject that's forced upon me, the ever constant rain that wets my feet but also lets me show off my umbrella, or how I always oversleep and miss meals, and that I feel KitKats are overpriced or how upset I am that Oreos are banned because of China's milk crisis because it's late, my feet hurt from shopping and I want my sleep.

And also because I realised as much as I complain, I love/hate my college and ulululand. (This is admitted with much unbashness.) Lets face it, it was this situation that I'd become the person that I am now.

Realiable and a companion.

It's like a dual dynamic package.
You can't have strength without weakness.
You can't have light without dark.
And you certainly can't have love without loss.
Jodi Piccoult

See Me Wishing I Were You

I'm Home!

For a day. Before I leave for Setapak tomorrow. But it feels good to be home, even if briefly.

I miss my bed, which is beginning to lose my scent and smelling faintly suspicious of Tall Sister. :(:(

As much as I would like to blog on nonsensical ramblings, mundane happenings of my life, and nonexistent photos, I'll be updating on a weekly basis because my sad excuse of a college life does not permit me to spent 2647 hours in front of the desktop screen.

To sum up it all up, the first week back to college was somewhat tiring. And the good/bad/neutral news is that I'm usually dead to the world before two. Hmm.

Finally got my timetable finalized this week, I have six subjects inclusive of English and Bahasa Malaysia. The Business Statistics subject I love/hate so much has been upped to Quantitative Studies. Looking at the graphs and lines and laws, I've started to freak out, really. College timetable is really packed, and I've nicely arranged my lectures to suit the preference of my lecturers and if anyone or anything comes in my way to disrupt it, go away! I'll be having classes 5 days a week unlike some lucky asses who got Fridays off. *big big sighs*

In the wake of the start of a new semester,new resolutions have been made. And the ironicity of it was a majority of them were broken on the very first week *smacks head*. Sheryl nearly had me fooled with her 'I will be on time for class' . Sook Huei's one probably went something like this 'Eat less bread so my friends will stop calling me breadface'. Mine was to give exercising a shot and not let people tread all over me. Which I did live up to it, for this week anyway. I went jogging. No shit. Ask Sheryl, cos I'm sure she wouldn't erase the memory of her physically unfit friend exercising for the first time since forever, anytime soon. Another outstanding one was not doing everything I'm not suppose to during lecture. Gah, Economics was such a sleeping pill, the atmosphere so dead I had to make humorously stoopid remarks to stay awake. I hope I won't lose interest with all the charts and graphs.

This week also had me up the wall with the constant rain, instantly drenching the new red shoes, and then Ms Chin, the driving instructor postponed my exam to the first week of November after I've so carefully arranged replacement classes for that specific day. Ishness. I also must learn not to leave my phone all over the place and the art of ignoring phone calls from people whom I work with. Because picking them up only drags you into deeper shit. Meaning, forcing myself away from whatever it is activity I choose to indulge myself at that moment of time; sleeping, to layan whatever qualms and enquires.

You see how nice I am now?
:S

Returning, again.

After two immensely short weeks of holiday, I'm going back to the jungley lands of Stapak

T-O-D-A-Y.

Aih.

I feel like I'm torn apart into three different directions.

Lessons doesn't look too inviting right now, almost intimidating and I'll miss the comforts of home berbanyak-banyak and don't wanaa part with my recently accustomed to homely bed. Many have said I rant too much without noticing, ah ye ke? :S Fine la, I'm control-ING sikit the quota okaay.

I miss the uneconomical moments Sha and I would text despite the fact that we stay in the SAME block with four floors difference just to ask if I need a teman for lunch at the hostel canteen or whether can she have her Mortim Knockdown back after spotting a cockroach...

But it definitely doesn't beat the moments Tall Sister and I share. For instance, right now, she's feeding me chocolate cake while I patter away at the keyboard. When I'm back at Stapak, who's gonna delete the overflowing amount of spam mail for me now?! :S I almost forgive her for growing so tall and lanky.

And to the handful of friends I managed to squeeze in time to meet up with, you made my sem break, an awesome one. Thank you. I'll eloborate more on this later due to the lack of time and inspiration. Heh.

Sue me for having a love-hate relationship with Stapak will ya?

Long Awaited

The waterfalls,
HERE I COME!

I Will Not Whinge.

Note to self:

I, Yellow Pelaka splattered Shya, must not and should not moan and groan and grumble over the new semester timetable. As tough as it gets.

Even if there's morning classes EVERYDAY for five consecutive weekdays.

Or that I have to learn by heart the new significant times that I SHOULD NOT be in bed and class locations to avoid last minute panic attacks, calling everyone in my class to check the next class location or running from one building to the next only because I mixed up the blocks in my head. So god, help me.

And I should not distress my fellow stress induced friends by being unreasonably crabby, whining over the lack of breakfast or an alarm clock and cry out loud over the ungodly amount of time I've no choice but to spend at the freezer of a library during HOURLY breaks in between EACH class. Which reminds me, I need to equip myself with a sheep-skin thick sweater or I'll fall sick every two weeks. Groans.

But like I said, I won't fret :)

Quoted.

“Disappointment is the one thing humans have in common.”
Jodi Picoult