Not Fun Anymore

I’m fast becoming a bore.

I’m sorry that you called me and I can’t keep up with the conversation. I’m a bore.

I find many things pointless nowadays.

I’d rather stay at home and do whatever it is that I do.

I, unwittingly, am so self-centered that every sentence started with the word ‘I’.

Uptight does not even begin to describe the brick that I’ve become.

Things that I see happening, 4 days after being back home:

1) I see TV commercials that made me go WHAT THE F~LY?

2) Animax showing mediocre animes with commercial breaks longer than it is necessary for me to go to the loo/channel surf.

3) I see my new neighbour’s newly painted house.

4) I see that my stupid dog is not that stupid nor playful anymore. Thank god.

5) I see that I’ve got a haircut and might consider side-parting because I think I might develop a bald spot right in the center if I keep parting it in the middle.

Things that I didn’t see:

1) I didn’t see myself studying. Well, maybe a bit, you know, here and there.
2) I didn’t see myself stop eating. My stomach is constantly digesting something and I don’t feel all too healthy binging on all these festive goodies of murukus, cakes and rendang. Funny how I crave for my mum’s nasi goreng. I don’t know what they call it but it has ikan bilis, tumeric, prawns, and most of all, a fried egg with its yolk still runny on top. Not very different from nasi goreng kampung, and I like it spicy. Omg, stop me from eating anymore already.

So we made plans for the trip back, my bro and I. After everything’s settled and some kind of convincing on my side, I’m driving to his place and we’ll go back together. Then we said our goodbyes but only for me to call him again in 5 mins to say “hei, have u told ma about this?”.

“hah? That wan…… no need laa………or……….you go and call la…” was what he answered.

Well yeah, ok….. so I called her, she missed it and called back soon enough. And the terror begun.

me: hiye, ma. We’re coming back tomorrow night, after ko(bro) gets off work.

mrs. lee: oh, so he’s going down to pick you up ah?

me: err…..(hesitates, because in truth, I’m gonna go pick him up cos for him to come down to kajang would be time wasting, petrol wasting and makes no sense. But to my parents, me driving alone out of my safe radius of 10 km from campus is a big No-No.)……….err…….I’m gonna pick him up.

mrs. lee: what? you drive there ah? Are you sure?Can you get there? Do you know the way?
me: yeah, it’ll be alright. It sholud be fine, don’t worry.

mrs. lee: So, ko will leave his car there? Eh, no lah….. maybe I should ask Pa to call Ko to talk to him. Ask him to go pick you up.

me: No! It’ll be fine, don’t worry…… I’ll ask him to park the car nicely and all……I’m fine, I can drive there la….. but we’ll be back quite late la.

mrs. lee: well, yeah….(unconvinced)…..and there’s the traffic jam and all. Everybody’s going to balik You all be careful k…..

me: Ok. Don’t worry about it……

(and then I quickly changed the subject to something safer like what color of panties not to buy me.)

At this point, I don’t know what will happen to our little plan. But according to my experiences, it will usually end up like this:

She WILL call my dad and my dad will ORDER my bro to come and get me. And we’ll end up spending and hour’s time just driving around Klang valley and not spending it to go back.

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true enough, as I was typing out the last sentence, my bro called and he’s coming down to pick me up. -_-”

I just want to stab myself for being such an idiot. Yearghhh!!

Why did I call????????

why?????

It’s so much easier just to show up at the gate and shout “ma!!I’m home~~~”

Then everybody would be bloody happy.

Aiyoh, cannot keep up la. My mulut very sueh wan…… I cursed la just now. What happened was…… Just now hor, I was supposed to be going for my thermo test. But 10 mins before, my bowel started to convulse, much to my chagrin. At that time, it was only “sigh, why must it be now?”, and headed to one of the toilet cubicles.
Then everything was fine. I did my thermo paper quite peacefully.

However, 10 mins before time was up, that familiar pain struck again.That very moment, under my breath, the words ‘damn it’ came out. And right after that, another ‘oh, shit’, for realizing I’ve broken my own vow. Very smart hor??

So, now, I have to start counting again.

Cut me some slack yeah, it’s all diarrhoea’s fault.

I didn’t say anything vulgar in these two days and in fact, had been very concious of what others are spewing out of their mouths. I do not need to be listening *this* intently. And, sad to say, I’ve said some dumb things. Dumb, dumb, things. Adding to the list would be ‘never say anything stupid’.
I wish I don’t have to care about all these petty things but it’s these petty things that build character. And since I can’t perform academically anymore, I might as well have good character to be a functionable member of the society. You might think my perception is skewed, but I, at least, think that it works this way.

I need to be alone. I want to be alone. I want a book, a nice corner and nice music playing and be alone. Unfortunately, this is not the time to do all these. Finals is in two weeks and I wish I have something to look forward to instead of exams. Maybe a holiday, a roadtrip or PS3.

It’s not even Linkin Park anymore, it’s more like John Mayer, Maroon5 and Lifehouse.

Mellowed down or not, I don’t see any point in screaming out all the lyrics, imagining my still palpitating heart is being stabbed in somebody’s hand, blood oozing and everything else. I’m 20, I should be doing something with my life.

It’s been quite some time since I said that I will try not to use profanities in everyday life. It didn’t quite work, I guess.

But now, I’ve decided that I will NOT say anything vaguely vulgar anymore. Notice I didn’t incorporate the word ‘try’ into the last sentence. Let’s see how it goes.

I feel icky when somebody picks his/her  toe/toenail/whatever shit that he/she is picking on and manages to make some sort of sound doing just that. Like *tick* *tick*. Haven’t encountered anything like this? Amazed that you can actually make some sound by  picking on you toe/toenail/whatever shit that you are picking on? Well, I had to endure this almost everyday. I am still curious though, about how it is even possible to make that noise picking on the toe/toenail/whatever shit. But not curious enough to try it with my toes, much less in the presence of somebody else.

I try not to look but, the sound, oh the sound makes the picture appear in my mind. How my imagination runs wild.

Bloody hell, doing this on my bed is even more inexcusable!! I tried to get the message across nicely at first, that was…..hmm… a year ago….but I gave up after that. It’s harmless alright, but it’s just so gross. Mind you, not many things can gross me out. I can eat dinner watching CSI and House. I’m not even one of those ‘I-gotta-puke-too-cos-the-person-beside-me-is-puking’ people.

Like, when you are reading and the person beside you, also reading, kinda in deep thought,  reaches to his/her toe and starts a symphony of grossness.  *tick*tick*tick*…….*tick*tick*…….*tick*****tick*tick*

OH MY GOODNESS…….

and my eyes will stray, my train of thought derails, my veins pop.

But I can’t say anything, cos it’s not my toenail that the person is picking on.

So, it’s a saturday and my laundries are piled up, high. Like I’ve mentioned, I found this self-service laundry place right beside a McD and I went there.

So yeah, it was cool at first. I read all the instructions, dumped the clothes and capful of detergent, chucked in some coins and pressed some buttons, and left, expecting my laundry to be done 30 mins later after lunch.

And I met friendly faces while having lunch but they’ve finished theirs and were already leaving. Seeing that I’m all alone, they were nice enough to stay for a bit to teman me. So very nice of them right? And I then, I didn’t eat alone. We talked and all. Quite nice having them around.

After that, I went back to the laundry place. But it was displayed that it still has 26 mins to go. What?

No, I cannot possibly finish my food in only four minutes plus the walking time to the shop, not to mention the time taken to walk back. I’m the famed slo-mo makan queen.

Yeah, it was stuck. And much later, I found out there was water supply disruption in the area. And I did the most sensible thing left to do at that time. Since all my clothes are soaked…….I hand washed them and chucked them all into the dryer. Mind you, there I had only soapy water to wash with and no second round of clean water. I’m ok with that though, thank goodness my detergent is not the strong kind. So, in the end the clothes came out damp from the dryer because they weren’t spinned beforehand. All this for RM 5.50 in coins. That’s RM3 for washing and RM2.50 for drying. But it sure beats sending my clothes to the dobi cos then I would have to wait for a day to pick them up and god knows what detergent they use and who’s clothes they’ve mixed mine with.

It shouldn’t have to be so distressful doing my laundry.

And the weather is clear today, clear enough to enjoy the lush greenery that is owned by UPM. Very nice.

And yeah, as I am typing now, my clothes are hanging out the windows getting some beautiful sunlight.

BEAUTIFUL SUNLIGHT!

until Indonesia ruins it for us, again.

It is so hazy today. I am anticipating a state of emergency to be announced soon. Just so that I can take the car and drive back home to cleaner air. Otherwise, if I can get access to some bullpup or magnum sniper rifle or krieg or some shit ass C4s I would be the first to fly to Indonesia and shoot down every single sumabitch I see. F*cktards.

Yes, dry weather equals bigger fire equals fertile land in no time equals bigger profits. Dammit. *THAT* is only if you’re Indonesian.

Naturally occurring hotspots I can forgive, but this is wicked.

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This morning, I was in my Manufacturing processes class and I heard something that unnerved me. My lecturer blankly told us, or somehow implied that everyone’s report has got to be plagiarised from the internet. The exact words were ‘ Mesti cut and paste punya, kalau tidak takkan takde grammatical mistake lansung?’

Seeee……. it does not pay to do your homework yourself. I spent hours doing that piece of shit, trying to put in the most suitable words for every sentence, trying not to sound like every other conclusion  that I’ve written before and he had the audacity to say something like that. Although he wasn’t talking about our group’s report in particular, I was disappointed. Are we that shit ass useless that we are not even capable of stringing a sentence without a grammatical error?

Sien.

But we’ve seen worst. If I didn’t remember wrongly, I once had a lecturer who thought we’ve  all cheated and I had to purposely make some mistakes just to be *authentic*. Ahem.

My glamer so poor I so shit ass useless I go die now I shouldn’t even walk the ground you walk already.

*Arggh*

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Oh well. I got myself the new guitar string and I spent some good hours playing after hmmm …………..3 weeks of not touching the guitar?

And The Devil Wears Prada was superb. I was so fascinated by what they are wearing on every scene that I didn’t take my eyes off the screen even when I had to reach for the orange juice. Meryl Streep has such presence. She’s made for that role. And there was this scene where after she’s divorced and she sat on the couch without any make up. She looked so different. It was as if for a second, she’s kinda real and not some larger than life figure.

At one point Anne Hathaway actually looked like one of those stick-figure models in one of those magazines. It was made to seem quite believing that Andy had turned to ‘the dark side’.

All in all, it belongs up there with all the great movies that I’ve watched.

Ahh but the ending is just so cliched. I can’t help but use this word. Using this word itself is so…….cliched.

I’m gonna get a B for my numec…..or worse….depends.

Oh well, I had sushi just now. *bahagia*

Home made. Thanks to my enthusiastic japanophile housemate.

And what’s with 8tv showing reruns of old Korean shows like Autumn in My Heart and Winter Sonata? So that we’ll never ever get those sappy scences out of our heads is it?

I hate them sappy shows. Their tear glands are damn restless liddet. Mother fall down, cry. Father took the wrong side of the chopstick, cry. Boyfriend didn’t say ‘I lap you’ before pangsai, cry. Oh my Godddd!!! Damn kesian the actors la. Maybe they cried so much that no amount of kimchi will ever make them tear a drop ever again. And when that happens, you know for sure that they’ll be out on Korean streets with placards saying ‘Jobless, but I was famous. So, help me out yeah, gimme 50 won’. But before that, there will have to endure the ‘What? Kenot cry ah? You’re FIRED!!!’ scene.

HAIH!!!!

can die can?

Bae yong jun is not even cute or hot!!! Why????!!!! I DO NOT UNDERSTAND!!!!Why is he so famous for that faggoty role???!!!! WHY???!!!!

*drama*