Not Fun Anymore

Just like that, I slept for about 12++ hours today.

Just like that, I finished my numec homework without any glitches.

Just like that, I went jogging yesterday and there weren’t any dolts and I even enjoyed the scenery.

Just because of all these, I feel happy right now.

But this won’t last long because it is just like that.

Am I the ultimate pessimist or am I the ultimate PESSIMIST?

There are gonna be things that will anger you, frustrate you, annoy you, and sadden you but really, you can’t do anything about them. So, are you gonna stare into nothing and dwelve in self-pity, contemplating suicide?

Hell, no.

Go buy a samurai sword and run down the street to get yourself some fresh meat. Cats, dogs, squirrels, whatever, even humans or better, the person whom you’ve always wanted to cut up all these years will do. Because eating meat will make you feel good. I know I do.

Morbid, no?

I recently found a new one to add to the collection, that is……

…….I HATE IT if a person acts manja-manja to me. I even hate it if my dog manja-manja to me. I think I’m un-manja-able. Like, stay away from me yo!! It gets me all worked up inside, like *GRRR**. Well, except ppl whom I get money from…..like my mom and dad. wahkahakhakahkah.

Check this out weih, http://www.peevepile.com/start.php damn hillarious!!

An especially good one is this:

Disappointingly small bowel movements. –vagina jones

Oh, how I couldn’t agree with you any more. Oh…ooh…here it comes! *STRAIN TO POOP*…..*plop*….what?! THATS IT?! —Trentdaddy

*wahahahahahah*

……..of cutesy, catchy, pop-songs. Like, The Click Five should be topping charts, but instead, niggas with their bling-blings are frolicking there with their shorties. They came out of the Berklee College of Music just to be toppled by them niggas who only sing/brag about how many women they managed to shag in one night?? I seriously think you don’t need to be smart to accomplish anything in this world after all.

So, yesterday, I updated, uninstalled,reinstalled….check contacts, and uninstalled, reinstalled and finally got my soundcard working nicely. Because before this, there will be frequent distortion to the sound…like ‘bzzt…bzzt’ every few seconds. I got so fed-up i switched back to using on-board sound. And yesterday, I finally got it working nicely again. *bangga*

Well, anyway…..

This morning, I had a manufacturing processes class and somewhere in that fifty minute’s time, my lecturer talked about the responsibilities of every engineer in a power plant. And, lo and behold, I don’t even know what my father actually does. -_-”

It’s not that I’ve never tried asking, you know, but everytime I did, he would simply answer ‘well, I go there to sweep floors…..’. See, he just wouldn’t tell. Anyway, what kind of answer is this anyway…..’ i sweep floors’ konon. *sigh*

Ok, I only know he’s a shift-charge engineer cos I messed around with his business cards once(umm…ok, maybe many many times…even to make paper planes out of them. They don’t glide AT ALL). So…….google is always there to save the day. I finally knew what exactly my dad does. -_-”
Wahahhah……I’m like 20 and baru tahu my dad’s job……i suck.

And I thought everybody working in a plant would be working in shifts. It turns out to be not quite true. He would be like, retiring in 3 years…..I wonder what will he be doing then…and who would be giving me money then?Nononono……I sudah graduate then…..if I cannot get a job ……die lor……everyday eat bread……or worse, nothing.

Anyway………I felt like wanna cekik somebody today when I saw her face. But I didn’t. I suck.

Oh Oh!! My parents are coming down this Saturday!!! *wheeee*

free food!!!free food!! whahahahah…..and the joy of being ferried around ;D

I lap them!!*wheeee**

So today, I’m gonna teach you people what you might or might not have already known.

Objective:

To actually make you understand how to handle difficult people, which are basically categorized into 1) Bitchy

2) Acceptably Bitchy

3) Not that Bitchy but somehow annoying

4) Safe people (people you’ve known and trust to not be bitchy, though few, they are very much appreciated and will not be discussed here)

Damn tulan today, u know. That’s why I decided to kutuk kau-kau.

Bitchy People:

These kind of people are basically born with supercharged emo mode. Like a nuclear reactor, they don’t wear out their nuclear power that easily. Like what the cantonese say, ‘lei sei khui dou mei sei ah’–which translates to, you die she also notchet die ah. Everyday, emo-emo. Little problem come up, sure emo and put on sour face to show people that they’re actually emo-ing. You try to be nice and ask what actually happened….then they turn their emo-ness on you and make you feel as though you are the one who had actually went to hell and absorbed all the evil to purge it on them. Normally, if this is what I feel after talking to these people for a while, I’ll try to change the subject to a safer one. Or, better, find an excuse to dart. Like, ‘hei, I’m VERY hungry, I’ll go grab something at the foodcourt first, then I’ll come back to you ok?’. Everybody who’s sane enough will not go back to them. Or, if you’ve got the guts or when you’re in an especially mean mood, shoot them a killer look and say ‘hei, I didn’t put you into this shit ok? Don’t talk like I was the one who made everything bad in this world happen to you ok? And save your monkey-emo-face for yourself ok? I’m not your mother to cry to, ok? Your fault la if you’re a dumbass.’ And dart. Make sure you look pretty pissed when you dart. And make sure to cross them out of your birthday party list. However if you’re really stuck with them, god bless your soul la, I cannot do anything and I’ll understand if you ever do anything like cutting your wrists.

Acceptably Bitchy People:

These people are ok to talk to, once in a while. Because they’re not as bad as those in no.1. They are quite commonly found. Only when trouble comes that you will see their bitchy side. You would wish them to shut up, but hei, it’s all alright. Because they don’t actually make the situation any worse, compared to the Bitchy people. Treat these people with mild caution. Never ever forget that they can turn their back on you to suddenly be bitchy.

Not that Bitchy but somehow annoying people:

The usual kind are those who are clingy, dependent on you, always asking you repetitive questions that don’t matter, just to strike up a conversation even though you’re not in the mood. These people will not sit down quietly unless you’ve hurt them enough to be pissed with you. So, to avoid them to be pissed with yourself, just space out whenever they are near you. If they ask anything, answer with limited words or just a grunt. They accept anything that acknowledges their presence. You can even choose to answer alternately or until they actually smack your head to give them an answer. Some are pretty hard to piss-off, so take note of whatever they are easily offended of, and use it wisely.

Conclusion:

After all’s said and done, after every encounter with any of the above people, you would probably need someone to talk to, to throw out all the suppressed disgusts and turn them into the topic to kutuk with your friends, preferably from group 4. If not, just about anybody will do, as long as it’s not the perpetrator herself.

But, in this life, you must know that, without these little annoyances, there will be no kick. Say, like a bowl of tom yam, if it’s not sour or spicy enough, it’s not tom yam at all. Just take it as a game, don’t succumb to all these unnecessary pressures.What I’d like to think is that, if I can’t take these petty stuff, I’m just a useless weakling with no future ahead.

Back in uni di.Straightaway got shoulder ache, i dunno, maybe I shouldn’t study so much. *ahem*

Today dammmmmnn pei……..cos so many things went wrong, or just suck.

Firstly, i had to wake up at 7 to complete my numec computerized homework. I’ve even skipped my 9 o’clock class just to finish it. Then, holy mother of all cows, the code that shows, proves, whatever else shit verb that is synonymous, that i HAVE done the homework, DID NOT APPEAR. Can you imagine the devastation, the anguish, the searing pain that struck my heart at that moment? Just like that, I had to do it all over again, but with an extended deadline til the end of this week, if it’s any consolation—-not at all, really.

Then, I got back my circuits and thermo2 marks which all sucked.

Then I kinda got ticked-off in front of the whole class in lab…..damn pei…..she wanna cut three marks only after all……..i was like ughh….cut la cut la….

Then hor……my dinner sucked….but i had worse la…so nothing new there.

I guess that’s all la…..if i complain too much, you might lose interest.

Uwaaa!!! I don’t wanna go back!!!!

*drama*

Uwaaaaahhh!!! Donch want!!!!!

Leaving in 15 mins and the computer is still not disconnected and packed yet.

-He has it in his briefcase~~…..ooh…..what is it?what is it??—-(pic cilup-ed from TheStar)

He’s so funnny sometimes. I *heart* him.

Sadly, sin taxes kept on rising. I guess by the time I start working, alcohol will be more expensive than gold and will be sold by the ounces. That is .oz for you.

It’s fine, I can’t take much alcohol anyway.

Anyway, if you spend some time reading the whole list, you’ll find that he’s actually doing good for the people. Not too ambitious to build anything which is taller and bigger than so-and-so, but rather, he’s focusing more on maintenace. I’d say, that is finally some good news after hearing about the proposed legalization of mat rempits. I personally don’t think it’s similar to the concept of handing out condoms at all. One is preventing while the other is actually, PROMOTING.

Furthermore, it’s high time to pester your parents to buy you a lappie cos they’ll get a tax relief of RM 3,000. And you can do it every 3 years, if you’re an only child.

And most importantly, tax relief on book purchases is increased to RM1,000 from RM700 previously. I sooooooooo *heart* him. Muahahahha….time to talk to my dad about a book allowance.

See, I spent the whole damn day trying to beat an infinite loop that is my second computerized numec homework. I missed spending extra time with my bro before he went off to Kl. Instead, I sat in front of the monitor, pratically the whole waking hours, like a nut job stabbing the key-board, especially the up-down arrows. I might or might not have drooled and went cock-eyed, but that is not important now.

I thought it was great to take a break when my mom suggested we go out for supper. So, I dropped everything on hand and drove out with her to THE char kuey teow stall. Unfortunately, the pwn-ing char kuey teow seller thinks he should be enjoying a nice peaceful Merdeka night at home, watching animax. So, we had to settle for pan mien instead, at Kg.Koh. Well, cool, because the pan mien also pwns all other pan mien(s) in this place. But it wasn’t so cool when right after having our meal, we walked to the car to find it with a shattered number plate.

Worse still, the front bumper was bent in, right in the middle. It is fucking made of fucking steel!! (for the structure, but not the surface, because it’s a bloody daihatsu feroza, still considered a 4wd right?)

The first thought was: Oh shit!

The second however, was: Bloody-fucking-stupid-idiot!!

3rd: Shit!Dammit!

*Looks at mom*

I can tell she’s pretty pissed too, because before this, she had to wait soooooo long for her chow mein when I’ve even done slurping my last strand of pan mien.

I kept quiet the whole journey back. While she went on and on about how idiotic the fella must be and why we should always park in lighted areas. I guess it’s so that the idiotic can see more clearly how fucking solid our bumper is, compared to the carbon fibre bumper of his. If I can make a bumper-sticker of my own, it wouldn’t say ‘you kiss, you pay’, rather, it would say ‘I hope your ass will fester with thousands of leeches (if ever you’ve hit my car)’.

Thank god my dad didn’t make a big deal out of it, since it wasn’t our fault.

And I wonder why do people still complain that my driving sucks. At least I don’t reverse my car til half of my rear is crumpled, like tin foil.

And I also wonder how many marks the second numec homework is worth, because I seriously will consider abandoning mission.

my mood right now: whatever, man.