Tummy Orchestra

Happy to announce I give my college too much credit sometimes. English paper was peanuts.

Agree?

I had at least forty five minutes to spare as it is not a habit of mine to leave the hall early so despite my frantic urge to pee, I stayed put and check and check and check until I was satisfied. A whole semester of daydreaming in classes and I'm still getting my A :D


For now, I shall go eat my breakfast lunch and dinner. Was so so unsure and panicky about the exam format I couldn't squeeze anything in my system. One says this, another says that sampai one big commotion erupted. Looking back at the moment, can laugh wei.

Aiyoh!

Who gets nervous for an ENGLISH paper? TELL ME.

I am in TARC for gods sake. I am in advantage here, remember?

This last minute anxiety thing has to go. I am just thankful that this time around, I'm not trying to pass a driving test or going for a dentist appointment.

-_____________-


Someone please teach me how to be less panicky. And along away, maybe you could help me be less cranky when I don't get food at a certain time interval :D

Feeling Antsy

14-24 January 2009

Redshya will be unavailable for any plans besides study groups and what not as she will be taking up nerdmode as her second nature.

Anytime after that would be fine by me.

Till then, take care and be merry people!

It's A Love/Hate Relationship

This introduction is for the benefit of those who are unprivileged and lack of details on my personal day to day life.

If you really are that clueless, I am currently pursuing my lifelong dream to be a super duper tip top accountant sitting in crimson red swirl leather chair in a high end office pretending to auditing spreadsheets while I am actually admiring the view and sniggering at the guy below who’s picking his nose thinking nobody’s watching. Hehee. That myth you heard that accountants are superboring people? Not true. For I am a living proof; well known for my capabilities to stun with my ffk-ing abilities, spring into tears any moment, jakuness and quirky rants. Unless you find points to argue that I meet the requirements of a boring individual, I have no further arguments.

And oh, I am in TARC by the way. This college of mine is in the faraway ulu lands of Setapak which is in Wangsa Maju, somewhere near Cheras (you know that place with the Connought Pasar Malam, apparently the longest one around) and a bus ride away to KL, that is as much as I can tell you even after all these months. Given that college isn’t a stone throw away from home and traveling everyday would be tiresome and unimaginable.

Thus, I am hostel bound. And that would instantly mean that I share a room with a fellow pmsing female, sharing the space, light source and air that I breath, using common bathrooms, unappealing canteen food, having the urge to burn the next door’s slipper every once in a while, not having to clean washrooms, finding bowls containing the remains of chilli panmee that look like it had been there for nearly over a week in the pantry and instantaneously killing my appetite.

Welcome to my life.

I may sound like I totally hate my college life. Very contrary to that, I quite like it. I’m comfortable with it. No offense, but I especially like the freedom and independence. No one’s gonna glare at me from over the table when I push the fish to the side of my plate, right dad? The only problem that I do have apart from the language barrier thing, would be being away from home.

Yah yah, I know I just contradicted with myself -______-

But it’s true. I used to cry everyday. Try being dumped into a place, totally foreign for the second time within three months. Damn tulan loh. It was here that I discovered that mastering a single language has both its reward and drawbacks. At very least, I wasn’t expected to join in bimbotic conversations about who and who did what with whom and the drama of it all.

Collegewise pulak, I’m getting better at it. I recognize all the buildings now. I can make my way from one canteen to the other one four times and back without getting lost, just don’t ask why I was walking back and forth four times. Tension saje.

I go for classes with three other girls; Sheryl Sook Huei and Shalanee, and together, that makes us a foursome. Sheryl with her obsession for sports and body parts, Sook Huei with eccentric sense of fashion and Shalanee who’s nearly always attached to the phone. Our personalities are as different as the sun and ocean and for the same reason I get so bengang sometimes. I am not f**king Mother Teresa okay, so don’t expect me to be all pleased, patient and forgiving 24 hours a day, seven days a week, four weeks a month.

Occasionally, on our good days, we’ll call in pizza delivery or throw a maggi gathering when the almighty rain gets in the way of great plans in the making. And we did celebrate new year's together, so it isn't all that bad :)



Things I hate about college life

1. Waking up at 6.45am for the 8am classes. Thus, my natural alarm clock is preset at seven something. And that includes Saturday and Sundays. What am I to do so freaking early in the morning. No one would wake up that early to go for breakfast.
2. Accidentally pressing the 'off' button on my phone, which means oversleeping and rushing to be in time for classes
3. Empty eerie toilet stalls. I DON’T KNOW WHY but hostelians hardly ever shower in the mornings. I really really cannot understand this kind of people loh. How do they focus in class without freshening up? If I did what they did, I’d be in class alright, but my head will never surface from the table top.
4. Deciding what to wear. Ahahahaa. Once upon a time I was complaining over boring tacky school uniforms.
5. Rushing down breakfast, rushing when I brush my teeth, rushing when I find my keys and leave the room with one sock on. Aaaaah.
6. Guessing whether the other threesome will be there waiting by the gate or will I be the one doing the waiting.
7. Fishing deep in my bag for IDs to flash to the guard. It is annoying giler okay. It's not like I have five hands you know. Dah la rushing for time already, you expect me to be all understanding that you’re just doing your job which I don’t see a point in. Who would sneak into tarc for the FUN of it? Tell me.
8. Walking past tinted classrooms. I always feel that people are watching me. HAHA.
9. Texting half the classmates to check which class I'm supposed to go to.
10. Being the last person to reach class, which isn't that often, really. Salute Sheryl for taking up that position.
11. Climbing up three flights of stairs for 8am classes.
12. Climbing up and down the stairs when we switch classes.
13. Walking with my heavy bag.
14. Deciding where/what to eat for lunch. When you have an indecisive bunch like the foursome, who’s thoughts falter every three seconds and each of us having a different cravings, it is no easy task as it may seem to be.
15. Deciding what/where to do during breaks.
16. Internet connection in the library.
17. When it deliberately rains on the days I carefully choose to wear shoes.
18. BM and English classes. *groans*
19. Replacement classes.
20. The constant series of tests and exams. There just is no rest from it la wei.
21. Getting used to not watching tv and having minimal source of entertainment. -_______-
22. Not having normal holidays. Sibeh tulan okay.
23. Knowing its going to end in two weeks.

Things I love about college life

1. The peace and quietness in the mornings.
2. The after morning showers sensation.
3. Deciding what to wear.
4. Being on time.
5. Napping in between classes. Oh, the bliss of it.
6. Knowing that someone is counting on me.
7. Getting a drift of my lessons.
8. Watermelon slices for only 50cents.
9. Being able to crash other course’s lecture in the event of oversleeping.
10. Having friends I can depend on.
11. Discovering new abilities and that I actually am quite capable in certain aspects.
12. The supercool soon-to-come 24hours computer centre !!!
13. Fridays and coming home.
14. Not having to wonder what/where to eat on Friday evenings.
15. Random outings.
16. Days with no BM/English classes.
17. Bumping into friends. And the random things we do.
18. The PR students final project. Once they had a multicultural exhibition - Faces Of Malaysia which I really really liked. And recently there was Trashion or something which was held to increase awareness about the amount of rubbish that is covering the world. Surreal in a way you would never imagine.
19. Visits to Room 410.
20. Knowing its going to end in two weeks. I am in need of a change of environment, just for a week or two please :D

Dare You Ask Me What's Wrong?

Very very pissed. Very very emoe.
And my bloody period isn't helping one bit.
Going back to drink twenty cartons of Milo and I'll see you guys tomorrow.

I really can't wait to go home.

Gratitude

To the certain few who were there (physically or not),

to trace back my path with me,

hand me a tissue(s),

who was so insistant to give away that green note,

or to pick up the phone to voice their concerns,

walked with me throughout the procedure of reidentifying myself,

and offered hugs and icecreams.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

with many many hugs,

Weishya.

In Despair

I am this close to tears.

Who ever that's playing this cruel joke, would you please stop already.

I beg you.

Unfairness

I think I may be depressed. But I surely am lividly annoyed.

My English teacher has once again left me pissed and fuming at the mouth.

Eh woman, I know you have issues with me, my classmates and probably all your other classes because no one seems to be listening eventhough you keep clearing your throat for the five hundredth time.

You wanna know why? Because you're such a bore to the extend that I can feel my braincells slowly shutting off one by one due to the lack of activity on your classroom.

Do you think your attempt to belittle my English by presenting me with a measly B will get me shaken, down on my knees begging for forgiveness or something? Yes, scoring B in English classwork in tarc is fecking awful in my books, but I know better this time.

Downgrading mine and every other classmates's coursework marks will not earn you any respect, just so you know.

This is uncalled for.

I want justice.

P/s: Gotta run, I was suppose to meet up with Yang at twelve and it's 12.12pm already. Aiks! I got carried away. If you're reading this, I'm supersorry :PP
P/ss: since when did Blogger come up with the reaction function? Supercool wei :)

Plus One

No no no.

I am nineteen years old.
This can't be for real.

I can feel the unreasonable expectations piling on me already.

Now Or Never

On the first day of the year it is more than a common sight to have me hunting about my room and turning it upside down and an unbearable mess in the process of locating for a the sheet of paper which holds the previous year’s resolutions. Which I will then proceed to scratch out of whichever promise I have kept, done or not broken.

Last year, I made the choice of not penning down my goals and aspirations for the year.

A stupid decision I’d say. One that will not be repeated.

At that moment in time, it felt right.

Lifeless; after months of endless studying, restraining myself at home and contemplating to start a papaya plantation, walking away from a relationship, having no plans to further my tertiary education as every alternative just seemed to have a flaw one way or another, and with National Service looming over me like a dark cloud, and all my friends seemed to be moving on as if life was mapped out for them.

There wasn’t a plan, nor a future that I could see.

And thus, 2009 is here with no resolutions to unfold. Sedih right?


I left year 2007 with a heavy heart, wanting to relish the moments again and again. Aimless like a cow in the meadows, dreading the impending future and wanting to go into a deep sleep and wake up a year later. Had zero plans for 2008. It seemed bleak and uninviting. Nothing was certain and the future seemed hazy.

I walked into 2008 absolutely certain it was gonna be hell of a year. Pessimistic much?

But no, I was left dumbstruck in awe how life unfolds and leaves us stunned in the wake of events.

2008 had been a really good friend to me. National Service wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, the idiotic moments we share I will forever remember. I've met super random people, and made a really great bunch of friends that I have been in and out of touch with, and I am now learning how to speak Chinese and take cabs to places around Setapak. No doubt, I’ve had my share of shitty moments, isolated more than once from the real world, having to fend of for myself, unfair expectations, being taken for granted, dealing with failure, infamous for constantly sleeping - but it is from significant events like this that laughs are free and I have grasp the concept of growing up and discovering who’s true and who’s not.

I do think that I’m slowly giving up pessimistic in favour of optimism.

But then again, I strongly believe that we should not waste time and energy on people whom do not want to help themselves. We may whine, grumble and point fingers in twenty nine different directions but it all boils down to us to make a change. Why I still insist on offering a helping hand, I donno.

Equally as important, we should not merely believe in what we see but what we feel. You cannot see friendship and love, you feel it. Am I right?

College has been taking me away from home more often that I want to. I am seeing less and less of my friends than I would like to. Nevertheless, I still am learning how to make up for lost time spent away from home grounds. I seem to be quite bad at it, but it is worth trying…

For all the crap memories and to the very memorable memories, 2008 was a good year for me, randomness and all.

As 2009 unfolds, a new chapter of my life is about to begin. Everyone will be busy with college and work. Exams, assignments and sorts. I may be far from home but always with me, I have the life lessons that I have obtained from 2008. And with that, I’ll make the best of the year 2009 that I know will have its share of delightful surprises :)

Here's to a Happy Two Oh Oh Nine, people!