::fiddlestick scribbles::

bring out the clown in every face

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 06:24:25 GMT

i just had this curious thought.
it is only when i see people looking ridiculous, that i realize how much i love them.

like willing to wear my cheap pink flip-flops in two states of the country for the whole day.
like running in the rain toonishly and get wet in a shopping mall.
like having a fantastic dinner with sloppy hair and soaked tshirt n jeans.
like sitting in a train very nicely just because the shit is coming.
like pulling a straight face when the truth is you're effing afraid of heights.
like the hilarious laughter when being tickled on the ribs.
like quickly locking up the door when being chased into the bathroom everytime you need to go.
like crying with anger but still trying so hard to put an honest smile.
like falling asleep before even answering a simple yes/no question.
like dancing flirtatiously when obviously it's not even sexy.
like waving frantically as if i can stop the bus and go back into your arms.
like not talking just because you need me to say sorry which is so hard for me to do.

like a lot of stuff coming more and more each day.
:)

STINKY INDULGENCE

Wed, 26 Sep 2007 15:30:08 GMT

am currently addicted to tempoyak. i have never thought that it would taste this good. I've been refusing to taste it since I was little because of the smell, but when my housemate insisted to make me taste her mother's last month, i did. and i totally fell to my knee loving it. I can't eat my nasi without it ever since.

So last weekend i went back home to spend my puasa with some frens and the bf. i told him about the whole tempoyak-makes-me-go-wawaweewoo story. then he offered me his nenek's tempoyak. mesti la nak k! :) so yea, by the end of the weekend i managed to smuggle a small container of tempoyak back to utm. seronok!

the weekend was spent full of drama. ade je benda tak kena. but i was glad i get to spend it with the right people. it felt so good to be near with the other half. it's good to know that i'm finally with the correct person. not perfect. just the correct one for me. it doesn't matter to me if he used to have like a gazillion girls before. because the truth is women love to compete with other women. women want to win men over. we want to be chosen by a man who could have any girl he wants. no woman of caliber wants to win a man by default. she wants her man to be a prize, a good catch, someone she can be proud of. when you tell a woman that her significant other is handsome or intelligent, she’ll likely beam with self satisfaction. in complimenting her man, you’ve complimented her. you have told her, in so many words, that she is capable of attracting a quality mate. the women who rail against this usually have a low self esteem and thus avoid competition because they fear they’ll always fail….or they’re ugly. You pick.

then I started thinking about all the other ways in which women compete. For example, fashion. Women don’t dress to impress men. Men are just as happy to see us wearing one of their shirts than in a smart pants suit. Women dress to impress other women. Women also compete with other women in terms of popularity and prestige. Women these days would gather friends and worshipers around them like little status symbols. Men don’t care about how many phone numbers a woman has programmed into her cell phone. But women just can't help themselves from peeking through the phonebook of the other half to see how many other women have got themselves in there.

the question is, how does tempoyak relates to women's competitiveness? let's think and come up with witty answers.
good day people :)

bleagh.

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 06:40:06 GMT

am getting attached to someone new.
someone i know too much of.
someone who already has too many girlfriends.
someone i've never thought i'd be with.
i dont know why i bow down to his nature.
urgh, heart break prone nye.

my death intake is increasing.
might quit, might not.
just found out that my best friend has been diagnosed with lung cancer.
too late to quit, she said.

i dont know.
lately i restrain myself from thinking.
i refuse to figure out things.
for once, i like being dumb and stupid.
do stupid things with stupid people.
careless and free.

I LOST MY MOJO

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 15:49:27 GMT

no. not yet. i will do if i dont do much practice on finding responses to various transfer functions by saturday. and i need to to various modulation on different types of signals before tomorrow comes. man, why do people come up with such things that can cripple everybody up in tiny out-of-shape figures?

so, i went out to get some cakes and smokes with noni. we were hungry as fuck. but all the dining place we like are closed. even the chinese PC stores are closed. is there any public holiday that i dont know about?

oh, the funfair in Tmn U is opened to public once again after such controversies about gambling and stuff. and guess what, ada tomahawk wei. i think am gonna have a ride (maybe 8) after the finals are over (with or without company).

good luck and good day people :)

CRUMBLING UNDER THE EXERTION

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 17:32:45 GMT

life's been mean to me these few weeks. I wish the lecturers know how this lack of sleep is very deathly (at least it is to me). am wondering how much scribbled papers, unfinished assignments, lighted buds, empty bottles does it take for me to finally put my hands down and cry in my daily-crap-taking session.

Two tests for tomorrow. a make-up test for strength of materials (for the previous test I missed because of self-nyanyukness) and control system's test II. the first one is at 2pm (in the lecturer's office, yes, doomed) and the second one is at 5pm. I don't know when or how or what am going to study to actually make tonight worth unslept.

I wish I don't have this much to think of. hey, at least I'm no longer thinking about romantic issues.

man, i need more boost and kretekans.
cheerio.

THE EGG REFUSED TO HATCH

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 10:23:44 GMT

I just found out that no matter how long we've known a person, we could never have enough stories to tell. Like merns n me, we've known each other since mak gave birth to her. But till today, we've never ran out of stories to tell. Ade je benda yang tak cukup nak cerita.

Last night I had a late night chat with Noni. We were both so exhausted and just wanted to sleep. Tapi bila dah tutup lampu and all, baru nak keluar semua cerita dalam dunia ni. We told each other about our childhood stories. You know, like the best candy you ate, the things you do in primary school, lotsa stuff. Remeh, but enough to make us stay up all night.

She made me realize how lucky I am to have lived at the same place since I was little. I've been living in 19 since I was 2. Dari kecik sampai besar, I never appreciate the pasar malam in 19. But when I moved to S2, I keep thinking of all the good stuff at the pasar malam in 19. it's silly, but true. Noni pulak asek pindah je merata alam since she was little. Bila pindah, one of the things that you'll remember about the previous place is the pasar malam. Padahal berlambak pasar malam kat Seremban tu, but she keeps talking about the pasar malam in JB.

Then I keep thinking about trees. Merns should know how happy I am to have "pokok winter sonata" depan rumah s2. But you know what, I miss the trees back in 19. You know, the big trees yang bersusun depan rumah semua orang kat 19. Pokok yang ade benih putih bersusun macam helikopter tu. And have pink and purple flowers. haha. bila musim pokok tu menyebarkan benihnya, maka banyak la selipar yang tersangkut kat pokok tu akibat usaha semua budak-budak kat situ yang try nak buat benih2 putih tu jatuh banyak-banyak macam helikopter. kadang-kadang bila dah tersangkut sebelah selipar kat atas pokok tu, still akan baling selipar lagi sebelah. This time ada two targets: satu benih helikopter tu, satu lagi selipar yang dah tersangkut tu. hehe. sometimes i wish i could go back and do all those stuff. rindu weyyy.

I could never get the same serene feeling anywhere in the world. You know, when you sit really quiet on a sunny afternoon. Looking out of the sliding door, and you could see nobody walking outside. Not a sound. Just some birds chirping and the sound of the ceiling fan. Masa tu tak payah fikir apa-apa. Duduk situ and termenung je. But you feel complete. You don't have to have a boyfriend, you don't have to get good grades, you don't have to think how much you'll spend a day to save up your money. That's the kind of feeling I had back in 19. I could never look out my sliding door in s2 and have the same feeling. Maybe sebab dah tua. But if that's the reason, I don't want to grow up! I don't want to be more and more miserable each day. I don't want to have a lot of things to think of.

I want to be able to look forward to go to school just to play sep tiang and galah panjang. Then main zeropoint and lawan getah sape lagi panjang and tebal. pastu mase balik sekolah kutip the leftover chalks untuk buat lukis kotak-kotak tengteng kat jalan depan rumah. then lepak kat kedai yang ada jual soft drinks dalam botol kaca tu just sebab nak kutip tutup botol. then ponteng ngaji untuk cari cacing kat padang umno and cari pokok ceri kat seluruh pelosok 19 tu. i want to go back in time, so badly. no matter how long I've been away from 19, every place that I see in my sleep resembles 19 so clearly. and i'm thankful for that.

good day people.

EAT THEM FIVE TIMES OVER

Sat, 16 Dec 2006 09:33:58 GMT

I used to really wanna be a teacher.
and I also wanted to be a singer.
but I never thought about being a doctor. never.
I dream of making my own resort on my own island somewhere at the South China Sea.
I wanna have lotsa speed boats and jetskis.
I wanna go to secret recipe and say, "I'll have all the cakes!"
I wanna go to dunkin donuts and say, "I'll have them all!"
I wanna go to baskin robbins and say, "yeah! i'll have them all!!!"

When I was little, I used to think whether it's possible for me to live 5 times over.
and now, I'm still wishing that I could live life 5 times over.
then I'd be born in 5 different cities, with 5 different houses.
I'd stuff myself full with different delicious things 5 times each.
I'd have 5 different jobs, with 5 different offices.

and then, for those 5 times,
I'd fall in love with the same person.

:)

CHASING THE MOVING PICTURES

Mon, 20 Nov 2006 19:25:51 GMT

Final papers are over. It felt like "pheww..finally~" with a little bit of "i wish i was lucky enough".. It's always been that way. No matter how hard I kick my ass off to study, I always end up thinking "hmpf, baik takyah study".

Good thing is, throughout this whole exam weeks, I get to watch some of the movies that i've always wanted to watch. Like Don Juan de Marco, Amelie, Garden State, Serendipity, Eternal Sunshine, The Jacket and a few more. All thanks to Ihsan, si abang SEE as Noni always calls him.

It strikes me how different movies give me different kinds of emotion. How everytime I finished watching one, I'll come up with stupid resolutions. But by the time I finished watching another one, I'll think differently about the previous resolutions and come up with something more ridiculous.

Man I hate being broke. I hate it when I have to share something I really treasure with someone I barely know. But mostly, I hate the fact that there's no more DVD to watch once my finals are over. gahh~

Need more food. Need more money. Need a new set of guitar strings.

CAUGHT UP IN KARMA

Tue, 12 Sep 2006 02:08:39 GMT

happy 21st birthday to me.
i dun feel like a 21yrs old.
i regret ever getting to this point of life.
i regret being ever so deceitful.
i regret meeting people who deceived me.
is this the whole karma thing?

fish. help.

TOGETHER AS ONE.

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 05:40:24 GMT

kya! Finally, after three years worth of efforts, my b-ball team managed to bring back bronze medals last saturday while the boys get to hold some silver ones last sunday. The best thing is, I get to see those from futsal team sufferred a hell of a loss. Both female teams lost to K11's team. What a pity. NOT. They played selfishly. Right from the beginning. It served them right that they lost to K11. hmpf. Padan muka. pbblt ;p

After the tiring game, spent the remaining of the weekend with Noni and Pali. Watched "Lady in the Water" and it was intriguing. Went bowling twice with them and had lots of fun. Laughed like hell as Pali sucked badly at bowling. tchaha. I got myself a new bag and a long-sleeve t-shirt which is exactly the same as Pali's. Uniform ke kelas. teehee. Bought Noni a new pair of b-ball footgears and she got herself a new motorola SLVR L7 for quite a bargain. Went for karaoke and we sang like nobody's business. Plus, I unfortunately had to escort those two kids-at-heart people for a night tram ride at danga bay. gah. So embarassing k. A bunch of UTM student found to be riding a tram amidst those children is a suicide.

Happy Friendship's Day people. Good day.

:)

WATERY EYES, LEAKY NOSE

Sat, 22 Jul 2006 04:55:10 GMT

I hate myself. I missed futsal selection this morning as I fell sick due to the heavy daily training. Time and energy wasted. gaahhhh! I want to play! I've been waiting years for UTM to finally form a female team. I'm tired of sticking to basketball every friggin year.

I need Abah.
I need Mirna.
I need Mak.
I need Noni.

Why is it that when you try not to think of someone, you end up thinking about him a lot more than before? tch.

SWEETS LEFT IN THE CANOE

Fri, 07 Jul 2006 05:05:09 GMT

Went for a daytrip to Ulu Yam with a bunch of childhood friends yesterday. We had a BLAST. Seeing each other once again cracked us to bits. With Nadiah back from Ukraine and Syazwan came all the way from Tg Malim, I can't thank you guys enough for the effort you put, dolls.

The day started quite cacatedly. Zhaf asked us girls to be ready by 8am. Sgt tipu k. It was already noon by the time they fetched me. I sempat tidur balik and all. tch. I thought there'll be two cars, but Fry insisted that everybody can fit in his dad's pajero. Fry drove Wan, Eika, Zhaf and Izmie from section19 to come and pick me up at section2 then we went to section7 to fetch Nadiah. Her dad lectured the guys for being late. tchaha. "Korang ni kalau keje dengan Jepun, masuk ofis lambat camni, mesti dh kene BAGERO!"

Then we arrived at The Woods Resort at 2.30pm. It was blazing hot and everybody was SO hungry that it seemed like we can just eat each other up. hehe. So we set the fire and the BBQ grill together. After hours of gobbling and mentekedarah-ing, we just can't help ourselves from diving into the water. (not like it's THAT deep pun) tchee ;p

Inside the water, everybody turned into 10-years-old kids. Seriously. With Eika splashing water everywhere, Izmie putting sand in everybody's shirt and Fry's disgusting water-farting. It's just so priceless. Money can never buy memories like that.

Went home after 7pm and everybody was feeling exhausted yet contented. None of us thought that only the seven of us can make such a day. No, I never thought it would be THAT fun as Bela, Shye and noni couldn't make it. But, the seven of us ended up thanking each other for creating happiness on that very day. LOVE you! mmuacks!

Fry, Nadiah and cheeky Eika.

Eika, Nadiah, Izmie and Zhaf in the shades. tch.

Eika's making sure that her face shows up on every picture.

Wan and Fry were laughing at Izmie's self-proclaimed idiocy.

All wet. Zhaf totally looked like Osman Kering.

Nadiah and Eika getting wet and hungry.

Wan, Me, Nadiah, Izmie, Eika and oh-so-sexy Fry. NOT.

Wan and Nadiah, misusing the towel on my shoulder.

Fry, the so-called metrosexual guy. Izmie was trying hard to determine which part of Fry to appreciate.

Wan, Me, Nadiah, Izmie and Eika.

Me and Nadiah.

Me and Fry.

Izmie and Eika trying to look like tourists.

My best effort to look small beside Eika.

The photographer and his apprentice.

AIESEC buddies. Wan and me.

Crappy Nadiah, Eika and Fry. oh, I'm at the back.

The driver and co-pilot, getting ready to head back to Shah Alam.

All 7 of us trying to cram up in 1 picture. Obviously, we failed.

GLEE IN DEEP SLEEP

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 20:52:16 GMT

I'm in cloud nine! tcheeee ;p

Noni woke up to watch the match between Italy and Germany. As she knows that I'm surfing, she asked me to go and check whether she gets the same room as me for this coming semester. So I did. But the thingy hasn't been updated. So, I went browsing the webby like cacat.

Guess what I found out? Both Noni and I scored an A for the bloody EMT subject! kyaAaAaaAAAaa~ madness strikes afterwards. hehehe. We've been kicking our ass off and freezing our tits off in the library day after day, looking like a couple of geeks-in-progress. It finally paid off! Like hell it did.

Alhamdulillah. The whole two months of flippin fuck didn't go to waste.

Happy 12th birthday to my brother Harris.
Happy 15th birthday to Noni's sister.
Happy 48th birthday to Noni's Papa.

me and noni after class.

boredom of EMT. it kills.

Harris, last raya.

Noni and her sister acting all cacated.

DAULAT TUANKU! teehee ;p

IF THE FLOWERS DON'T BLOOM, DON'T DREAM OF THE FRUITS.

Mon, 03 Jul 2006 19:54:09 GMT

Just got back from Granny's place. Saying goodbye is always sad. It was so hard to leave her all alone. But she didn't want to tag along to shah alam. *sigh*

Good thing is, we had 2 sacks of mangosteens in 1 day. I plucked them all by myself. Abah just waited down the tree. Super fun! Now I'm worried. Is mangosteen fattening? I've been eating them since Sunday: while I was on the tree, after dinner, before breakfast, while watching TV, before going back to SA, inside the car, right after arriving, and yes, this very moment. hehe. They just drive me crazy. VERY addictive.

I think I look fugly lately. I'm just waiting for the moment when someone would just come right to my face and say, "gosh Zara, you look superfuckingly hideous!". Of course I'd be sad and all, but at least I know it's not just all in my head.

Am missing school. Bite me.

ROCK THAT GROWS INTO A TREE

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 20:56:19 GMT

Home at last!~ The late night steam shower felt SO good. It totally paid off the whole messed up day. Luckily superdad came to the rescue. Why is there such people who are SO hard to deal with?

*abah : mana pengetua kolej?
*me : he told me to see the PPA instead.
*abah : what's his name again?
*me : ngadiso.
*abah : does he have the title HJ in front?
*me : no, i don't think so. why?
*abah : you know what HJ means?
*me : haji? *confused*
*abah : nope. HJ stands for Haram Jadah.

That's just one of the reason why I always adore abah. doink him. But he saved me from being mistreated by those lousy, lack of hospitality people. hmpf.

I need a long, deep sleep. The royal highness awaits for breakfast. gaah! there's no way I can manage to wake up for breakfast. tch.

I know this entry doesn't even make any sense. *mamai*

Goodnight people.

THE HISTORICAL ART OF INDIRECTNESS

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 08:19:38 GMT

Firstly, I hate liars. By liars, I mean people who lie on purpose. But then again, who am I to judge people? If I say that I've never lied, I would be an ultrafucking liar myself. After much research done, I found out that lying is just part of being a Malay. We're brought up this way.

For instance, Malays would pretend to refuse to receive any sort of offers. However desperate and difficult their situation might be, it is of utmost importance and priority to avoid "menyusahkan orang".

Situation: You are a guest, and the host offers you a drink. Ok fair enough but instead of saying “Yes, I'd like a glass of water please”, you must say "Eh, takpe lah, susah-susah je" and then go on for minutes refusing the offer. The host will keep on ignoring the refusal and serve the guests with drinks and sometimes snacks. And then shortly after that the guest will happily devour it hungrily without much complains.

Next, most Malays can't except critics. For us, it's just too harsh. So we always say that it's nice, even when it's not. We always end up saying something positive to express our negative opinion and never forget to use metaphors.

Situation: Your friend put too much oil in the curry that she made. You wanted to comment on that. Instead of saying "You put too much oil in it", you need to orchestrate something more complex. Although there’s a million way that this is done, a popular way to criticise is with a question, something like "erm, berape banyak minyak ko letak eyh?". Sometimes if asking such question would be offensive, they prefer saying something like "ouh.. mak aku ajar buat kari lain kot". Then your friend (if she's a Malay) would understand that what you're saying is there's too much oil. Try saying that directly and you’ll see the other side of Malay subtlety – their everlasting grudge and silent revenge. teehee :)

Believe me, we Malays would go to amazing length to "jaga hati orang". Indirectness to us Malays is like the air we breathe hence absolutely vital for our everyday survival in this world. Call it hypocrisy, call it foolishness, call it politeness, call it anything you want, but the fact is we would rather go through a series of complicated cover ups and sometimes even lies just to make sure that no feelings are hurt. Malays usually call it "tipu sunat" when the truth is, there's no such thing.

So people, if you find out that someone is lying to you, please check that he/she is a Malay or not. If he/she is, then do forgive them. It's in their blood to do so. NOT!!

Hoy Malays! (as if I'm not)
Stop being indirect because it can be misleading. Disastrous! It can somehow lead you to lying on purpose, not because "jaga hati" , not because "taknak menyusahkan orang" and whatsoever. Then when you've become that sort of liar, don't blame the culture of Malays. Blame yourself for being too caught up in the indirectness bullshit.

Good day everybody.

OTHER MOTHERS HAVE NICE DAUGHTERS.

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 09:42:45 GMT

*stretches* tchah. Haven't been online for quite a while now. Went to Noni's house in Seremban last weekend. Had a total blast. Her mom has never failed in satisfying my appetite. God, I even ate more than anyone in her family did. Sangat muka tak malu. But seriously, cannot tahan. All the dishes are nice. Even the sardines tasted SOOO splendid. hehe. Enough talking about food. I'm getting bigger. gahh! My mother would be criticizing my figure lagi nanti.

I promised Noni to start doing our spring cleaning today. But then, we got stuck doing the bloody assignment which was supposed to be handed up yesterday. Went to the faculty to meet the lecturer after lunch. Then, we just can't keep ourselves away from the library. tchee. Five days without any trace of the internet was such a pain already.

tchah. *letih hati*

CHALLENGE YOUR TASTE BUDS

Sun, 04 Jun 2006 09:11:00 GMT

Will be heading back to UTM tomorrow. darn. My workload is unbelievable and yet I haven't done any. I so hope I could just copy Noni's. With a test coming next Thursday, I'm just SO bumped right now.

I just found out that the liar didn't lie after all. Or did she? tch. I just couldn't let myself trust her anymore. Eventhough somehow I know that she's already sorry that she lied, I still couldn't make myself believe that she is. I don't know how long will the hatred remain. It's her loss. I couldn't care less. pffth~

I miss the crappy Noni.
But above all, I miss Bleach. tcheee ;p

EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN

Sat, 03 Jun 2006 19:09:50 GMT

Never say you love me
if you don't really care,
Never talk about feelings
if they aren't really there.

Never hold my hand
if your going to break my heart,
Never say your going to
if you never plan to start.

Never look into my eyes
if all you do is lie,
Never say hello
if you really mean goodbye.

If you really mean forever
then say you'll try,
Never say forever
because forever makes me cry.

Don't ever leave the one you LOVE for the one you LIKE,
because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.

A SWORD WITHOUT A SHEATH

Wed, 31 May 2006 08:59:42 GMT

Yesterday's frustration is still haunting me. I'm just sad because my mom even wanted to apply for a leave just because I'm going back to Shah Alam. I've imagined a whole week of fun at home with my dear family. Now everything's shattered thanks to the inconsiderate lecturer. pffth~

Last night, right before I slept, my senior named Ihsan gave me an sms saying "cintailah cinta". That somehow struck my senses. Not because of the reason why he gave it to me, THAT i know perfectly well. Possibly because he's still disappointed of Mira's silent treatment. I was struck because I just realized that I might not find the real cinta. How could I cintai cinta then?

That sounds satisfying, but I just can't agree to it. I'm not quite sure whether is it really the cinta that I should search for. Is it just the best choice so far? One should love fullheartedly. One shouldn't be having choices to choose from. That's probably why I haven't find cinta. I've been loving the person with every beat of my heart, SO much to this point that I don't cintai cinta. I just love that person and not the love itself. That's why it has been so painful lately. I'm too busy loving the person that I've forgotten how to love LOVE.

There's possibility that the person has also forgotten how to cintai cinta. then forgot how to be nice and that is somehow making me forget how nice it was when we were head over heels with each other. Or am I the one who has forgotten how to be lovable? When have I become this much of a bore? Why can't I interest that person as much as I could back then? How long should I endure the pain of faking a smile just to be with that particular person? Will it be worth it in the end? Is that person even trying as much as I am? Those endless questions keep me awake everynight but I'm still searching for answers.

I just wish that I could find out how to make the clock ticking once more. *prays*

"Tearing it apart is always easier than making it and compared to letting it fall apart, trying to hold it together is so much more difficult"

FRUSTRATING LATENESS

Tue, 30 May 2006 04:49:26 GMT

This morning I woke up 20 minutes before my EMT class starts. gahh! Shower usually takes 20 minutes! Plus, walking to the faculty would take another 15 minutes. But yet, I took my shower with utter calmness and was half-running to class with noni. However, I still make time to buy my favorite karipap makjah. teehee. That's a must-have breakfast on tuesdays and thursdays.

So, after catching up with noni's pace (as she didn't want to wait up 4 me while I was buying the bfast), we bumped into our fellow classmate. and gahh! He told us that the lecturer had put up this notice saying that the class is canceled. tch. How could someone do that? She could at least tell us last thursday so that I can go back home for a LONG weekend. *sigh*

My calories were burnt for nothing. pffth. Well, not exactly. That paid up for the jogging session I missed early this morning. tchee.

Since the journey from KTDI to FKE was already tiring, we decided not to go back to KTDI. Next stop? Library, of course. How lovely. Since the start of short sem, I've been going to this library like everyday, except Sunday. Some people may find it pathetic, but it's the only place where I can find some entertainment. OK, that sounds even more pathetic.

O dear abah, please buy your dear daughter a car so that she can go get a life. tchh~

what brings me here?

Sat, 27 May 2006 07:34:42 GMT

Kyaa! There I said it. I've stopped blogging a long while ago. That's why I wonder what's so cool about LJ that made me wanna start blogging again. Dear god, please don't let me be a blogaholic again. tch.

I know why. This whole short semester thingy is starting to bore me. Just imagine having only 2 classes per week and 3 hours per class. With only 6 hours in class, what should I do with the rest 162 hours in a week? Mostly it's filled with sleeping, reading comics, less eating, more jogging, etc. But I just find it not enough.

Been kicking my frikkin ass so hard to get an A for this EMT subject I'm taking up during this short sem. So I drag myself quite often to the library to study. As if! Once I step into this library of UTM, first thing I'll see is rows of wonderful PCs waiting for me to use em to download lotsa lotsa comics. I can't just ignore em now, can I? tee hee. Plus, it's holiday. Most of the students went back already. I don't even have to make the puppy dog eye to get sympathy from someone to let me have my turn with the PC. But gaah, this library is starting to freeze my tits off.

It's such a shame that my current residence college doesn't have any wireless facility. KTDI just sucks big time. tch. Or maybe I'm just spoiled because my previous college treated me so well. What's with the wireless la, washing machine la, DRYER machine la. gaahh. I just miss all of that. yeesh. A young maiden should not complain about having to wash her clothes and dry em. tee hee. A young maiden alright. It's saturday but I still got my tush stuck in a library while everyone is out watching Xmen3. Fair enough. At least I get to download as many comics as I want without anyone nagging at my ears about me having to study. Give me a break. tch. I think this is it for today. my fingers are numb frozen.

Looking forward to having as many friends here in LJ. Will update soon. cheerio.