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!

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@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 :)