Not Fun Anymore

I’ve read a few blogs now, all writing about merdeka stories. They’re part of this ‘Project Happy Malaysia’, a brainchild of vincentlau.

(though I did not get a permission to link his blog, but anyway, hIs blog is one of my frequent reads because it’s good)

I can’t say that the stories are all inspiring, but hey, it’s me. It will take a dung-beetle to roll rice balls instead of dung to inspire me, and make me say ‘now that’s awesome!!’.

One thing is that, amazingly(well, not very, actually), they’re all non-malays and they love this country. That is a good thing because I am right now, pretty sick of reading whiny, racist posts on Lowyat.net, about how Malaysia had mistreated them bunch of well-to-do-enough-to-get-a-cellphone-every-week kids. I think they’re kinda ungrateful, but I must admit, I had the same line of thinking once. Not long ago, maybe a few years back, I used to bitch about the unfair treatment towards my kind and other non-malays. About university placements, about the 5% bumi discount, about the other privileges that they enjoy and bloody load of everything else. Heck, I’ve even experienced some kinda insult from certain kids of a certain race when I was a kid. But now that I’ve grown a lil bit older, it all came to me that I should change my perception of things.

It is not the kids’ fault that they’ve insulted me, it is their parents’. And before them, the parents’ parents might also have educated the parents wrongly. Do not tell me that the kids have experienced the second World War and the May 13 incident to hate a chinese kid to the gut. Do not tell me that they knew that it is only right to call a chinese ‘babi’ since they were born. This is a vicious cycle. We must somehow stop this.

Well, I must admit, if I knew how to curse then, I would gladly shoot back a hearty ’screw you too!!’. But sadly, I just stood there like an idiot.

It is embarrassing that til this day, I have university-mates that refer to other races by degrading terms and refuse to mingle with people of other races. Nothing I say can change their perception. Not that I’ve tried very hard either, but you do understand that once a person says that he doesn’t like eating sea kelp, he won’t take even a bite of that thing even though he’s dying of goiter, with the swelling as big as his head, in central Africa.

So, after all these years, from what I gather, the only way to improve, the only way to move on is to forgive and forget and have a whole load of tolerance. Sure, the chinese are meanies, the malays are pampered, the indians somewhat oppressed and the ‘lain-lain’(s) are most of the time left-out, but we just have to understand each other, live and let live, learn to respect each other and stop stirring up racial issues every other f*cking day and I’ll guarantee you a pretty Happy Malaysia. *semangat*

(Not to douse my own flame of patriotism, I am also aware that a true bangsa malaysia is a very far-fetched ideal, but I REALLY do hope that we can one day achieve it)

So, to sound really cheesy,

SELAMAT HARI MERDEKA!!!

(I’m so uncool right now) *wheeeeee*

* syok sendiri*

*goes to sleep* XD

I fried my bloody graphics card.

What my brother said was:

“really smart la…….graphics card with no fan oso u go and buy….”

I went, “but my bloody computer is so bloody old and incompatible with everything else they have in the shop…” *damn*

So, I screwed up. Now, I have to either drive through hell to utilize the warranty while it’s still covered or just shut up and use the on-board graphics. Even so, I’m not very sure about how long this warranty thing is gonna take and whether the shop will entertain such a trivial matter. But on the other hand, I will not be able to play CS again, with only the on-board graphics. Hell, CS is the game that fried my card itself in the first place.

I’m so screwed.

Oh, yeah.

Now, that I’m back home, I realized that before this, I had been cursing alot. Maybe too much, even. My parents are against using bad words, you know. And I am also aware that, being a girl, it does not sound good when bad words come out of my mouth. *Notice that I emphasized on ‘MOUTH’.

It also simply means that I can still ‘TYPE’ bad words. Which is really important because this blog is a  somewhat of a heat sink for me to dump my negative energy and all the evil, morbid thoughts running wild in my mind. Though I don’t have much evil, morbid thoughts. *snigger*

So, I guess I’m gonna stop spewing crap.

Well, I have nothing much to say, I’ve been back in Sitiawan for 4 days now, and I have, as usual, while away every second doing nothing of value to the advancement of humankind.

But, to somehow make things right, I will now compile a list of

TOP 3 THINGS TO EAT WHILE IN SITIWAN.

1. Char Kuey Teow. (the one opposite the pasar at padang astaka)

2. Kong Piang. (the one beside Wisma Ganda)

3. Nasi Lemak. (the one near my house)

There you go. Knock yourselves out wondering what the hell is ‘kong piang’. Wahahaha, take note that it’s a number 2, which is of some importance. *jessica can overlook this part, and pls just don’t go on writing about kong piang for the whole free world to know**and yes, jess, I’ve only singled you out, I’m a meanie*

Oh, and about the Char Kuey Teow, it is the best EVAR!!! None that I’ve tasted in KL, Ipoh or Penang can beat this uncle’s. And during peak hours, I had to wait for 45 mins just to get my own plate. And, I usually order mine with less oil but with fried lard. I’m such a hypocrite, don’t you think?

Oh well, It’s the BEST!!! *muahahah*

And I had one yesterday night. *muahahah*

And I don’t usually like Char Kuey Teow. *muahahah*

He pwns all other char kuey teow midgets. *muahahahhahaha*

Looks like I’m going back on friday afterall, right after the test. I hope I do good this time, if not, I really don’t know what else I’m good for.

So, yeah, if you read my last post’s comments, you will proabably realise that my brother is a pretty chronic drama queen. I don’t like my name being mentioned in a blog. Hei, maybe I should spam on and on to get MORE attention.*serious shit*

I give up on thinking what to buy him for his birthday.(If you’re reading this, O-drama-queen, yes, I’m even considering to give you the money to go get urself something, just the way you wanted it to be)

At first I thought I would get an army bag that looks like a punching bag for him. Like the real big thing that real soldiers use. But no, he doesn’t want any bag. Then I thought I’d get him either a pen or a shirt but it’s just too boring. So now, I’ve got nothing in mind. Zilch.

But, yeah, I’ll think about it later. Gotta go study now.

Oh, yeah, about the title, it would be a bummer if I’m lactose-intolerant or something stupid. Because I LURRRRVVVVE drinking milk and I also enjoy stuffing myself silly with dairy products. However, I recently notice that my stomach gets a bit irritated after I take milk. Please god, no, don’t make me a part of the statistic. Did I mention that most asians are lactose-intolerant? Well, now you know.

Currently, internet here sucks. This KMC fellas suck. Why? I don’t even what KMC stands for in the first place, this is the just the department that controls every-f*cking-thing that has to do with our internet line. Incompetency maximus habis. On and off, our line would be disrupted. Even though we PAY them like 1Ringgit per day for this sucky line, it’s slower than dial-up and not stable at all. The most ridiculous thing is that we only get the line after 5 everyday til 7 morning the day after. Rinse and repeat.

You see, if we didn’t have to pay at all……….I have nothing against them. Well, maybe I would STILL have something against them, just not this much. Other universities’ in-campus students don’t have to pay wan u know……*sulk*

Plus they tak bagi share porn. Not that I watch pron, but it just shows that the internet here is not that free at all. Not cool, I say. No, I really DON’T watch pron, because it’s gross……..very gross…..like watching dogs !@#@#$, u know….uh-huh.

These past days, something exciting emerged. The local area network has finally got a DC++ hub. Not many are using it yet, but I hope this will turn out to be a more happening place. 

So, August 21st, the day Siti Nurhaliza got hitched.

By a very much older, not-cute-at-all datuk K.

Not to mention he has 3 sons.

And a recently divorced ex-wife.

Oh the scandal.

Am I the only who sees this as a scandal while the others are casting more limelight on it than our Merdeka Day which is coming, like, very soon?

Love is blind.

Kiss-my-bleaming-arse that love is blind.

So the first wife wasn’t really a love to have 3 children with?

Or just because nobody dares to call Siti a slut?

Well, I think this whole thing is a conspiracy set up by the aliens that had brainwashed all Siti, Datuk K and his ex-wife. They’re watching everything that’s going on from up there…..or wherever they are. Watching the human behaviour to find out to what extent that we can finally vomit coagulated blood. *ouw huet* They have a thing against Siti’s fans too, whoever you are, run fast if you see a bright light descending from the sky. No, not TOWARDS the light….   run AWAY from the light, you idiot. You’ll thank me one day.

Honestly, I prefer Ning Baizura to Siti. At least she’s hotter. Siti is just contradicting her wholesome image by marrying that recently divorced old man, which we all know the reason why he divorced in the first place. At least Ning Baizura is more real, to me anyway. And did I mention HOT? Yeah, I guess I did. Etch that onto your thick skull, Siti.

So, I have nothing important to say today. I guess I’ll go back to whatever that I do on a Monday night.

Minggu nie kan, ader dua test. Pastu………aku nie malas pulak. Jadi, aku dah flunk dua test.

Minggu depan ader dua lagi test…..apa nak jadi…

I suck.

I met up with my parents just now. They were here for my bro’s convocation. Pity, I can’t attend the actual thing, we just met up for lunch. So, he’s graduated, found a job, and going to start work soon. So very exciting for him. Uh…huh….I would be excited for him too if he’s not such a pain in the a**. Like, he mentioned that I got myself a graphics card during lunch casually, asking about price and all. And I was struck with horror. I tried to shoot him a look to make him stop talking but he just went on and on. Damn.

Luckily, my mom was in a world of her own, thinking of something and the background noise was loud enough to muffle a bit of what he said. My dad wad smiling sheepishly, watching us. He, of course knew what was going on.

I answered my brother reluctantly, keeping my voice down.

Thank god, my mom didn’t hear a thing or blow. Or else, the whole afternoon would be spent lecturing me on spending money I didn’t earn….blablabla. Idiot of a brother, he is. (yeah, you!!You dumbass——if you’re reading this)

So, then I asked about driving back for the mid-semester break. As usual, my request was shot down. Reasons given are it’s not safe to drive alone and the crime rates are high nowadays.

Herro!!! My brother drove down here ALONE……..so what about it? Why is it different for me? Just because I’m a girl?? Sien. I know, I know, I might be the CEO of a company at 30 and still I would not be allowed to drive back alone in broad daylight. That’s what you get if you’re a girl. Oh, the injustice!!!

*drama*

*roll eyes*

*throw hands in the air*

*roll eyes again*

*fold hands*

*roll eyes…..again*

*sulk*

oh ok………..

fine.

It’s just that way I guess. Can’t do anything about it.

Now, either my dad or my bro has to come and get me. Wahahhah….at least I don’t need to drive for 4 hours. I’m so spoilt. But it’s not my choice, really.

I understand it if girls are being bitchy and emo and all. But I cannot forgive guys who do that. Yes, yes, we’re all mere humans with emotions and thoughts. But, seriously, guys are bound by the sacred oath of brotherhood not to be bitchy. I kid you not. That is my ideal anyway, if anything.

So, what happened was, I made a quick trip to Lowyat to get a graphics card. Because all alive and dead know that my display sucks and my comp crashes when I attempt to play games. Since, it was a last-minute decision, I did not do my homework. I have no inkling of what type of slot my motherboard has and what type of graphics card to get. I just now that it shouldn’t cost me more than 150MYR.

So, I scouted and made my choice either to buy at Jayacom or Thundermatch. Simply because they offer the best prices and choices. I first stopped at Jayacom and the salesperson was very nice, very polite. I asked him alot of questions, though he’s not sure about some of it, I can see that he’s trying his best to explain it to me. And I wasn’t sure what type of motherboard i’m having. Apparently, just the code of the motherboard is not sufficient. At last, he gave me time to think about it and I left.

After that, I went over to Thunder Match and oh, I tell you, the bitchiness started straight away. The counter was manned by a man-bitch. Twenty-ish, hair dyed with golden streaks, emo glasses, and to complete the whole look, an all-time sullen face. To put it simply, he’s an ‘ah-lian’. Oops, I mean, ‘Ah-beng’. Of the Lala-Clan. So, I asked him about this and that. I got mostly short answers. Fine, no biggie. After deciding to get a particular card, I wanted to check whether everything is fine and all. So, what I found was, the package was opened with the seal torn. I dunno, how they work, maybe it’s normal to have packaging seals torn when one buys stuff at Lowyat or something. So, you must forgive me when I requested for a new pack. No, what I got was a sulky face grabbing the next box on the rack and casually thrown to me on the table. Again, no biggie, so being a noob, I made the mistake of saying ‘Oh, this is also opened before…..*looks at him*’. He shot me back a look, took the box, typed something with his keyboard, and threw the thing back at me. Without saying a word.

Then, at that very moment. I decided, I should be pissed. This is not the way to treat a customer, even though I’m only buying a something of a simple graphics card from you. So I handed him the pack and left, keeping my cool.

Tell me, after all this, between Jayacom and Thunder Match, which shop would you choose? Me, I would gladly pay Jayacom twice the amount for the same card, after all this.

What a bitch.

So, yeah, you guessed it, I went back to Jayacom and bought a card without much hesitation or haggling of price.

But, that’s not the end.

After arriving home, I tried installing it, it turned out to be not compatible, so I had to make another trip back because I am not free this coming week. Oh, the horror of KL traffic!!

So, I found the same salesman and the guy ‘gau-tim’-ed the whole thing in no time, it turns out, my computer was like obsolete and the most suitable card they have is one of 32Mb and 32-bit. I took it without complain. And due to their policy of not paying back if the product swapped is of lower value, I had to buy an original canon black ink-cartridge. Again, I have no complaints. He was a nice chap.

Now, imagine I had to go back to that ah-beng.

Oh, I shouldn’t think of it. I dare not.     *cringe*

seriously, I dunno what that meant…..it’s so wrong. Grammatically, I guess. I can’t pinpoint what’s wrong. Or, maybe it’s right, just that I suck so bad that I think it’s wrong.

Anyway…..

there will be a ‘Karnival Mahasiswa’ thing going on tomorrow. No, the important point is……they’re bringing Dunkin’ Donuts right to my doorstep. Well, more like ….hmmm…..2 minutes’ drive away and 7 minutes’ walk away. But considering that I live in this god-forsaken campus, it is NEAR enough for me. Maybe….I’ll go buy like 4 of them. Say, how much is the buy 5 free 1 offer in Dunkin’ Donuts? They’re selling it for 1.90MYR here, no offer and no gov. tax. Well, maybe it’s good enough offer already.

And what’s with Korean shows showing on prime-time like everyday? Oh, it’s serial drama isn’t it? Damn, not even 1% of our population are Koreans. Why don’t they show French soaps or something Polynesian? It unnerves me to see their lips not in sync with whatever sound the tv projects. Like maybe it says “wo bu xi huan chi xiang jiao”(I don’t like eating bananas) whereas the Korean actor is moving his lips to “chingy chongy ping pong piang”.

And dubbing makes them sound so monotonous. Serious deadpan shit.

The worst crime ever was dubbing spongebob into Bahasa Malaysia. You can watch it every weekday at 5.30 on TV9. I pity spongebob.

Who can ever laugh the way spongebob laughs?

Nobody, that’s who.

well, I better go back to solving numec stuff. It’s so fun. *wheee*  (‘_’)

I’m so bored……

so i’ll start writing a story.

There was once a badger that lived near a dam, which was built by his parents. Their names don’t matter now, because they’re long dead. In fact, Jack himself was already 75 in badger’s year. He spent his counted days watching badger shows on his badger tv. Smoking his badger pipe, he did things unhurriedly. Some days, he would venture out of his sett, to patch up the dam. It was a strong little dam but, often, the current of the stream would be strong enough to wash away a twig or two.

Jack was never a badger to worry about frivolous things. That was why he never got himself a she-badger, which leads to the reason why he was so thin, unkempt and lonely, well, most of the time. You see, Jack has a friend, of sort. He would see him sometimes, when he happened to be lazing the afternoon away, maybe fishing or just sitting there enjoying the sun.

Brent is one free soul that this foul, fast-paced world would never get. Even if it got to his parents, and brother, and every other person dear to him. Though his laziness and care-free attitude sickened them, they never really bothered with him much. As long as he didn’t cause any trouble to them, that is. Nobody would miss his presence on such afternoons, when he went to the stream behind their house. Nobody questioned what he did and nobody bothered to. Often, went sitting under the lone tree near the bank, warm breeze caressing his face, Brent would catch a glimpse of a badger, which moved very slowly. It always fascinated him, the way the badger waded in the water, collecting washed-up branches, gnawing on them and placing them somewhere. His eyes would be fixed on the creature for hours at times, just watching it working slowly, until it was near dusk and the badger retreats back into its burrow. It was entertainment for him. And most of all, Jack the badger didn’t mind the company at all. In fact, Brent’s presence was very much welcomed to Jack.

‘Pity we can’t speak to each other’, Brent always thought. ‘There are so many things I would ask. Like, can a badger differentiate one badger from the other, or, how come you move so slowly? Are you injured? Or how often do you clean yourself? Do you clean your ass after a poop with water or toilet paper, or both? If both, then do you use the paper first or the water first? Or the paper then the water then the paper?’

‘Well, it’ll be darn cool if I can just squeeze some words out of the badger.’

But he always went home without a word from the badger. Because he’s human and Jack was a badger, there’s no way they can talk to each other. It is also not known for badgers to speak the human language. Even if they could speak it, that would be freaky.

–End of story.

What? You thought I would write a super duper best-seller ah? You count your blessings I didn’t kill off my characters like J.K. Rowling meh! Anyway, she could kill off Harry Potter for any reason she wants, because he sucks big time. Sien.

Btw, if you know me long enough, you would know that I won’t have the patience to complete writing a story.

This happened a few days ago. We were sitting at the foodcourt and I was eating and all, with friends.

(Me, munching, looking around, as usual, talking abit here and there.)

Me: (stares at friend)………Oiiii!! Why are you staring at people’s butt!!??? Omg!!

Innocent friend: *startled*Turned to look at me* Hah?!?!? Where got??? yerrr……I’m not staring at his butt la…..I’m looking at the roti canai fella la……. (T_T)       *shoots me a killer stare*

Me: Oh, ok. Whatever you say…..   *continues eating*

It was actually somebody with his back facing her, waiting for his roti canai to cook. I swear it was that direction she was looking at. mUAHAHAHAHAH!!